ragathoughts

Time is immemorial. Nothing can stop its passage. There is not beginning, nor any end of Time. It just is there. Sometimes, we don’t even feel the change and sometimes it is so apparent. Even while we sit doing nothing, time keeps on moving as if some unknown movie playing in the background. Slowly we tend to come nearer to the most realistic thing in the whole life i.e. DEATH. Even though none of us wants to die but that is the most certain thing in this whole life of illusion. Right from the day, we are born, we are taught how to survive, how to fight it out in this world, never are we told how to face death in the eyes and brave it. That is the fear of the unknown. Nobody has treaded that path to tell us how it is. Seems like it is beginning, yet another one! What is it that keeps us attached to things, to other people? Deep in our hearts, we all know that we all will make a journey beyond this life, all alone, single. Still we cling on to materialistic things, to our beloved, to ou