Golden Lives

Why is it that life can be cut so short – cut at the most unexpected of times – and cut short to the most amazing of people? Why is it that we die?

I don’t necessarily think that anyone can really answer that question, just like the question of our existence is left meandering through the unknown. All that I can really take away from the concept is that at times – it can be really unfair. All my life I’ve been told that life is unfair, life is hard, life is unforgiving. Often I find myself sitting and contemplating how it is no way unfair or hard, it treats those who earn it and it’s only really unforgiving when people allow it to be. However recently I have found that those mannerisms and statements are actually in a sense true. It was my inexperience that painted otherwise.

A man died, that was dear to the hearts of many of the people that I know and to myself as well, he was young, he was smart, he was a husband, a father and a friend. Yet his life was stolen by the most uncommon of circumstances and in my opinion the most unfair. Everyday people lives are stolen, everyday someone loses a father, someone loses a wife, a husband. Everyday someone loses a best friend.

Those who are left behind have that feeling of loss, of being stolen from and there is absolutely nothing they can do. Mourning and crying, pain and loss, why? I guess the answer lies in the person who experiences the loss, why was your beloved taken from you? Maybe it was because it was meant to be, maybe it was because he had fulfilled his purpose, maybe it was because it was His plan, maybe it was because they wanted to leave or maybe it was because nothing else could have been done. Whatever the belief, what ever the reason – death is sudden, it is unplanned at times and unfair in all senses.

So are you afraid of it? Afraid of death? I myself fear the fact that I might go unnoticed, the world might forget, the world will move on too soon – I am sure it is what many people fear. But I think that the only reason people should fear such a constant is the fact that it emphasizes what you will leave behind. The famous concept of leaving behind a legacy, leaving behind greatness, your name, leaving behind what you want to be remembered by. Golden lives are made golden by those who mine their own greatness and create their own legacy.

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” – Ray Bradbury

To the man who passed away this week, may he rest in peace. His legacy echoes through all of the hearts and minds he touched, the numerous people he moved and all the souls he loved unconditionally. To his family, his friends, his colleagues, take his passing as an emphasis for what he achieved, for the greatness he radiated. Celebrate it.

In my ignorance I debated that life was hard and unforgiving only to those who let it be, to those who don’t work hard enough, to those who give up, to those who open themselves up to bad things. But the truth is, I did so believing that the statement was in reference to material objects, but people who say these things experience the unforgiving nature of death, the unforgiving and uncontrollable things in life. Life is not made hard by the person who states its difficulty, it is in the nature of life itself that paints the unforgiving and difficult circumstances that results in the person stating it.

So to the Golden Lives lost and the Golden Lives that will be lost – we adore you, we applaud you and most of all – we love you.


2 replies »

  1. I am sorry for your loss, and happy you know someone that touched your soul. My wife always reminds me: Only the relationships you make, and the knowledge you’ve learned survive. Everything else is unimportant.

    • I too am sad at this sudden loss. I knew him as a young teenager who was very much a part of our family holidays – a vibrant, happy and delightful person who always had a smile on his face. I know that he will be mourned as a husband, a father, a son and a friend. May he rest in peace.

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