The other night while I was zoning out to a new show on Netflix, there was a sombre funeral scene. I said to Ark, “I don’t want to have a funeral.” And by that I meant “I’ve just realised that everyone on this planet has a funeral, even me.” As per usual, this thought stayed with me today. I know it’s morbid but regardless of whether you want to talk about it or not, it is actually the truth. We will all have a funeral.
And then I thought more about that. See, have you ever thought about how you don’t take your heart with you when you die? I mean you do, physically, but you don't really. I believe your heart that you leave behind reminds people of who you were, what you gave, how you loved. It’s your manner, it’s in the way that you were. I believe that when we are physically no more, we leave behind our heart in everything we said and did.
We live in a strange society where we avoid talking about death as if we can all escape it. How would the world change if we acknowledged that it will indeed happen at some point? Would we be softer? Would we be kinder? Would we stop working a job we hated? Stopped complaining about the same things? Would we forgive more? Would we act differently? Let it sit with you for a little bit.
I know it may not be dinner table conversation. But I can’t help but think that this mentality can benefit all of us. Think about your heart, and what it says about you.
Happy Wednesday x