I'm not calling it suicide. I just know it would come.
Death is inevitable. It will surely come. But I know better than I used to. I know will not really die. I will just sleep--or so i thought.
Death is waking up from this perishable space-matter-time world. It is a transition from a wretched world to a better one-- far better one.
I know my time would come. But what can I do? I can't escape it. Maybe I just have to make the most out of it.
It's no use prolonging my stay as the world is so busy doing. A single meaningful death is better than million meaningless lives. It's better to live a short life full of love than to live a long one without it.
I'm thinking of a graceful exit... one that will bring more people to realisation of the secret things of God. Perhaps martyrdom. Perhaps a peaceful one. Whatever it will be, it's significance will be in the hands of God.
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