SOMETIMES...

What am about to say is weird but I thought I should share it. Sometimes I think about death. I wonder I how it feels to be dead. I wonder if being dead is just in the physical sense such that in spirit you can hear or see.

Sometimes I secretly want to know what it would be like if I died. Will things be the same? Will people be honest in my death or is that when more falsehood will be send my way?

Sometimes I want to know who would stand by the people close to me and be genuine with them and help them with the pain. Just being there for them.

Sometimes I want to know if my plans will be carried out just the way I want them to be carried out? Will people grant my wishes in death or what am seeing is what I get?

Sometimes, having attended many funerals, I feel like maybe I should not think so much about the after life. It is a mystery, it is unknown. 

Sometimes I wonder if it is the mystery about death that fascinates me or is it just plain being curious.

Most of the times though after being with people who have lost a loved one I don't want to think beyond death. I know after you exit things will go on. Nothing will ever come to a stand still because you died.

So in order to make your life worthwhile do something remarkable and genuine, not for yourself but for someone else. Because what matters when you are gone, you want them to remain with your memories and you want the memories to be wonderful.

It is better to be remembered for the good deeds you did rather than the the bad deeds. While you are at it remember people don't remember what you did for them but how you made them feel. It is not in the big things, it is in the small simple things. A constant smile rather than a big box of a present wrapped in a big box and a beautiful bow.