The Beauty of the Death

 Isn't it beautiful? 

Death.... 

I am talking about death. 

Isn't it the most beautiful thing in this world. I find beauty in truth, I find lies ugly. Truth is brutal, heart-wrenching, unadulterated and beautiful. 

So when someone dies and the people mourn. I see the truth. I see the beauty. 

The old lover who has always loved the person, finally muster up the courage to say, "It was you, it was always you. " Oh, how bittersweet that is when they say this and don't even realize that they used 'was' instead of 'is'. Isn't that beautiful? 

The rusty kids who didn't get time to visit or hang out much, they finally apologize for not being there. They suddenly feel all the love in their hearts and they just want to have a few final moments together. Even though they know that is not possible, they just want it irrespective of anything. How hauntingly beautiful that is? 

The business partner who was his best friend, confesses how he has been sleeping with his wife and how he has been hogging up the benefit in his favour. How sorry he is for screwing the one person who believed in him. How he wanted to get punished by him. But alas, nothing can be done now, right? The beauty in this is undeniably disturbing. 

The wife finally arrives, kisses him goodbye and says how she has been deeply into love with him, despite the fact she has been unfaithful. Since, love doesn't keep your pants up, Self-reliance does. She finally admits she has been a little to vindictive and didn't give him back as much as he deserved. And that she was lucky to have a guy like him. That, my dear friend, is epitome of beauty. 

So, when they ask me, Hey what do you find most beautiful in this entire world. 

I just say, "Death"

And they stare at me blankly. 

Thinking what kind of doctor I am? Or worser, what kind of sick person I am? 

But truly speaking, the things we say after a person dies are exactly the things what should have been said before the death. So many people are merely surviving and not living. May be death is what will finally liberate them. May be death is what will make them alive.