Death, the great equaliser. It matters not your fame, wealth, social status, happiness, gender or race. It comes for us all in the end. I love the topic death. This does not mean I enjoy others dying or suffering or wish my own demise. Death is a beautiful subject to be talked about in a way that is neither frightening nor morbid.
I enjoy visiting cemeteries. My favorite places in the world are cemeteries. Cemeteries and headstones. There used to be a time where we wrote eloquent epithets for our loved ones on exquisite headstones. Now we just put a slab in the ground so it's easier to mow. These older headstones tell tales of our past. Everywhere I go I find their cemetery and look at the headstones to remember those I never met hoping one day others will for me. This is what living forever is to me.
I really enjoy small village or hamlet cemeteries. They have some eloquent wording on headstones. It was and is an awesome spectacle to see all these old headstones carved to hold up over the centuries. I dream of going to Europe and travelling to ancient cemeteries like in Prague. Or Italy. These old ones even in foreign languages hold such beauty. To matter so much to another person or people that they invest in a lovely headstone is what I want.
At one time I was a funeral director. I loved it. I helped people remember for the last time visually their loved one. I took pride in making their deceased family look how they wanted to mourn properly. I made sure they were treated the way I would a beloved family member of mine. IT is a thankless job. People yell "How can you do this work?!", "You must have no heart or feelings!". I knew they were hurting. But, in truth, my feelings were heightened. I did the job for them. Not me.
I would love to have that job back. Unfortunately, the economy made that job less lucrative. People stopped spending on their loved ones. Easier to cremate and toss into a bag than have a service. It stopped mattering about their loved ones and became a financial decision. People stopped mattering to others.
We pass through our lives constantly concerned with trivial matters and neglect what really matters, everyone around us and ourselves. We worry about Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, video games, TV shows, who that is famous is self destructing. Yet we don't take time to involve ourselves in the lives of our wives/husbands, kids, brothers/sisters, aunts/uncles, mom and dad. We talk to them but usually via text or Skype, or silly internet memes.
We seem to have lost what matters with all this silly technology(which I'm using to type this blog haha). And in the end we end up more isolated and alone than before. We have a fear of actually talking face to face another person. I feel lost on this world a lot. It seems made up and foreign. I would cherish nothing more than to take groups to cemeteries and have them look, genuinely look at headstones and flowers and feel the air on them. See how we can matter so much that we have pillars that have poems or quotes for all eternity to show how much we matter. Eternal life through death.
I enjoy visiting cemeteries. My favorite places in the world are cemeteries. Cemeteries and headstones. There used to be a time where we wrote eloquent epithets for our loved ones on exquisite headstones. Now we just put a slab in the ground so it's easier to mow. These older headstones tell tales of our past. Everywhere I go I find their cemetery and look at the headstones to remember those I never met hoping one day others will for me. This is what living forever is to me.
I really enjoy small village or hamlet cemeteries. They have some eloquent wording on headstones. It was and is an awesome spectacle to see all these old headstones carved to hold up over the centuries. I dream of going to Europe and travelling to ancient cemeteries like in Prague. Or Italy. These old ones even in foreign languages hold such beauty. To matter so much to another person or people that they invest in a lovely headstone is what I want.
At one time I was a funeral director. I loved it. I helped people remember for the last time visually their loved one. I took pride in making their deceased family look how they wanted to mourn properly. I made sure they were treated the way I would a beloved family member of mine. IT is a thankless job. People yell "How can you do this work?!", "You must have no heart or feelings!". I knew they were hurting. But, in truth, my feelings were heightened. I did the job for them. Not me.
I would love to have that job back. Unfortunately, the economy made that job less lucrative. People stopped spending on their loved ones. Easier to cremate and toss into a bag than have a service. It stopped mattering about their loved ones and became a financial decision. People stopped mattering to others.
We pass through our lives constantly concerned with trivial matters and neglect what really matters, everyone around us and ourselves. We worry about Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, video games, TV shows, who that is famous is self destructing. Yet we don't take time to involve ourselves in the lives of our wives/husbands, kids, brothers/sisters, aunts/uncles, mom and dad. We talk to them but usually via text or Skype, or silly internet memes.
We seem to have lost what matters with all this silly technology(which I'm using to type this blog haha). And in the end we end up more isolated and alone than before. We have a fear of actually talking face to face another person. I feel lost on this world a lot. It seems made up and foreign. I would cherish nothing more than to take groups to cemeteries and have them look, genuinely look at headstones and flowers and feel the air on them. See how we can matter so much that we have pillars that have poems or quotes for all eternity to show how much we matter. Eternal life through death.
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