Atarah
We start living the day we accept we'll die one day. When life is just a fallacy, how can death be real? What's authentic is what lies between life and death. I have never been alive until today— until my father's death. Until I realized this is the only life I'd remember before my soul holds a new host.
We don't remember our lives, we don't remember our love. We live and we die and our karma is what's left behind. All our sins, all our pain gets buried down with our casket and our soul forgets everything we once lived. Why to mourn for the person who is finally at peace? Why not celebrate his release from the sufferings?
I lost my father, indeed but I knew he had lived enough. His body had lived enough. Any more days and his pain would have only increased. If only people could
