26/11/2024
Death has always puzzled me. I wonder which am I, the body or the soul or am I just the sum of the things that I did? Or am I just an idea on the head of everyone who knew me? The ominous end of existence of a person's being haunts me, but is it death that kills me?
I always approached this topic with the idea that nothing is permanent and everything passes through phases. Life starts before our existence, a phase that we are unaware. Then we are born and we enter the living phase, a time when we are most active, a time to make ourselves to what we want to be. It is also the only phase in which we are aware. And then comes death, a phase when we are unaware once more.
Life is beatiful in all its phases and death is an inevitable phase where you are transformed to a mere idea. Just a fragment of memory to the ones that remember. Life continues on the works you did, the children you bore and the legacy you left. I believe death is not the end of life, but just a part of it.
Living forever sounds like a lot of work, I believe life is all about making the best of what you have. Knowing that there will be an end to all of this makes it more enjoyable and interesting. And there's that little curiosity for the afterlife, but that's another thing for another time.
Safe travels ⛰️🌊🌕
📍 Hanging Coffins, Sagada
