Well…

For a mere fictional note, it was one of the hardest things that I ever had to write. And even when the fact of my death was not true, every bit of my emotions were, my mother’s emotions were. Through her eyes, I felt like crying my own eyes out knowing that my son is no longer alive and breathing in my arms.

And that is the beauty I found in this exercise.

It all made me question the most fundamental of things about my life and the life of those who surround me, who love me dearly, and the things they might go through if they lost me. And in this particular case, it made me question my mother’s thoughts, made me visualize her emotions, her reactions, her incredible love for me.

It all made me wonder that if I ever had the chance of saving my life, if at some point I am withering away, hurting myself, destroying my own life with my own bare hands, if I had the choice of my death, I would choose life over and over again, and not solely because of me but, because of the people who love me dearly.

This particular realization is why I find this exercise so utterly powerful. It is riveting to think of your own death and its effects on your loved ones but, it is more than necessary to realize what your life costs. And from my own observations, I find this realization missing from many lives today. We need to know that just like our lives are not just our own, our death is not our own as well.

When we live, we let other love us but, when we die, their love dies with us. A part of people who adore you is taken away from them, and a part containing our live and breathing selves dies as well. Because with only our memories left existing, that is the manner of death. And this sole realization is what we should take away from this exercise.

So, with my full power, I would suggest each of my readers to take part in this task and if possible; write it all down in form of a note as I have. And for those who find it hesitating and uncomfortable to script down their own thoughts can just perform this exercise within their individual minds. Use the greatest superpower you possess, the power of thought, the power of imagination, and think from the perspective of your loved ones, the people who hold you dear.
What would they go through?
But, knowing the brilliance of the act of writing, I would strongly suggest performing this task in a form of writing as mere thoughts, though powerful, could wither and fade with time but, what is written stays forever, it stares right back at you from the moment you write it. And your own speech, your own thoughts ogling back at you could be just the thing your mind needs.

Now, all I can do at this point is sincerely hope that my readers take part in this exercise, write a Note to Remembrance of your own death from the eyes of your loved one, and maybe then it could lead us all to discover something entirely unappreciated before; the value of our own life.

Stay safe,
And take care!

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