If you Googled me and my blog you will find short poems about death and even full articles. Like every normal human I too fear dying but that doesn’t stop me from writing and talking about it. Most people hate that side of me or should I say they enjoy living in denial. Death has actually been normalized throughout human narrative from time immemorial. For example when a wife loses her husband in death there is a word for it in every language. So is a husband who loses a wife to death even children who lose their parents. It’s only a parent that has lost his child/children in death that has no term meaning it’s not natural. So death is part of imperfect humans Romans 5:12 That is why, just as through one man sin entered into the world and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because they had all sinned.
There are few times we can know that the enemy (what the Bible refers to it at 1 Corinthians 15:26) in death is upon us. It’s in cases like when you have a chronic disease and the medical community can foretell how long you have. But even then they give a time frame not the exact date. There cases of old age when death is expected. Those incidents when you get a call from the village and you are not surprised when a certain Granny doesn’t wake up in the morning. The other case when someone can know when they are dying is “Human incident” which is something that is not humane at all. But here we say the unsaid.
I don’t fear death just because I have very intense belief in the resurrection prospect that Job had at Job 14:14-15 which in part says “If a man dies, can he live again? I will wait all the days of my compulsory service Until my relief comes” and the assurances at Revelation 20:13 And the sea gave up the dead in it, and death and the Grave gave up the dead in them, and they were judged individually according to their deeds. There are signals of living after death through the Bible, and how it will be history. The reason why I would welcome death anytime is because of how I strive to live every minute of my life, every hour, every day.
I can not say am a good person for sure. I know people who say am all nice and I also know people who think am the devil. This is because am as imperfect as anything under the sun. But for the last 28 years, I have tried to make sure if I died I would reflect these words “A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of one’s birth” found at Ecclesiastes 7:1. I have and will try to be a good blogger, a good brother, a good friend, a good son, a good enemy if need be, and one day a good father after being a good husband.
Of course, like every human, I want to be happy and it’s what I mostly live for. Happiness a state of well-being that is portrayed by close permanence, by sensation ranging from sheer euphoria to deep and enthusiastic pleasure in possession, and by a genuine fascination for it to go on with. Vastly I derive my happiness from seeing other people happy.
Would I wish to live forever because it’s in the making of humans by default. When the first humans where created they were to live forever and it’s in all of us but things didn’t go well. One thing I know is that the owner of that plan has never changed it. If I died now I would gladly welcome it but then I would not be aware of phenomena. But I know I have tried and will keep trying for the best.