DEATH BY JK // MRITYU KYA HAI? ❤ जे कृष्णमुर्ति🧡😊❤@0909ald

DEATH BY JK // MRITYU KYA HAI? ❤ जे कृष्णमुर्ति🧡😊❤@0909ald
Tears, the latest drugs and flowers cannot dissuade death; it is so final and absolute. But who thinks of it, till it comes; you avoid it, turn your face away from it. Others will [die] but you may by chance, by luck continue. You are never face to face with it every day; you see it in the street, amidst mountains of flowers, elegant cars and black veil or on a flimsy bamboo stretcher being taken to the river but you never meet it; others meet it. To others in the coffin or on the bank, it is dreadfully real but to you it is still an idea, not a fact. It never is a fact till the last moment but then it’s too late; then you cannot do anything about it; others will cry, sob their hearts out but you are deaf and gone.
But life is death; they are inseparable. You cannot have one without the other, however much you may love the one. You cannot separate the one from the other and spend all the days of your life cheating the other. It is there as your shadow, night and day, sleeping or waking. Your house is more or less permanent, the government or someone in the family will get it; your family will inherit your name but they too will pass away, with all your beliefs, fears and guilt. There is nothing permanent, not even your bank account, though you may like to have it till the last moment. Nothing is permanent and so your heart says, ‘Let’s live for the day’, but the day is full of sorrow and shadows. The more superficial you are, the more dead you are but even for you, it is waiting there, even for the quick-witted, none can avoid it, do what you will. But it is with life and so live with it, die every day, as you live every day, die to all the miseries, to all the pleasures. Don’t keep one, locked away deep in your heart, die to everything; to your memories, to your youth, to your gods, to your saviours and also to your family. Be an outsider to everything. Don’t die tomorrow but today, to everything that you have known. Then there is no fear which is the shadow of death. Then you will see that life is not one thing and death another; the ending is the beginning. Then the mind is beyond time; fear is time, thought breeds it. With the death of the past, the experiences, memories, the new and the old traditions, mind is made new and there is the unknown, the not measurable.