The world crossed a million deaths two days ago caused by the Covid-19 pandemic.
I wanted to take a moment to reflect on how temporary our lives are on this planet, for lack of a better adjective.
What is the purpose of human life? Do people know? What is the aim of human life?
Why were we born on this planet? Why do we suffer? Why do we feel pain and misery?
Nobody knows when they’re going to die.
Nobody knows how much longer they have to live.
People like to assume that they’ll live for 100 years.
But as we grow older, we all realize that’s not true.
We know our bodies so well. Each one of us can feel the effects of old age.
Yet we are so attached to our bodies, we think we’re immortal.
Have you ever been to a funeral?
Have you noticed how sad, quiet and solemn everyone is?
Have you noticed how quickly their moods change when they go back home?
Human beings are forgetful.
Even though people visit a funeral or two each year, they never stop to think how how short and fragile life really is.
Everyone’s so busy with their lives – their work and family and relationships and plans. Nobody has the time to stop and reflect why they’re doing all that.
Those who do think about the fragility of life, don’t have a solution for it.
And so they accept defeat and resign to the small comforts of the material world. But only for so long.
Once you start thinking about death, the thought will always remain in the back of your mind.
I’ve never stopped thinking about death. Ever since the first funeral I went to. I saw this young man who was much younger than me, lay there, still and lifeless. I saw his parents weep and mourn the death of their first-born.
I saw his classmates bring flowers to the funeral.
Everybody was sad and quiet.
And then they all went back home.
That was a decade ago.
I wonder if anyone still remembers him. Time flies. Life changes for everyone. The dead are forgotten sooner or later.
All the 1M people who died of Covid-19 had dreams. They all had plans for future. They all had loved ones, families and friends. They had jobs and houses, farms and cars. They had hobbies and different talents.
And they all died.
How was it? Was it a quick and painless? Was it slow and agonizing? What were they thinking, in those final moments of their lives?
They were stuck alone, locked up in isolation, far away from the reach of their loved ones, surrounded by doctors and nurses wearing body suits, prying and prodding from a distance, helplessly watching them die.
And then, they were rolled up in sheets of plastic and thrown in freezer trucks, stacked in piles for several days on end.
Those in China were incinerated.
Those in Equador were dumped in the middle of the streets by their families, because everyone was afraid of the Coronavirus.
How many of them received proper burials?
And how many were tossed into mass graves and buried far away from civilization?
When the epidemic spread through China, I was watching clips of people dropping on the sidewalks and having seizures. Nobody went near them to help them. Everyone watched them from a distance, horrified, phones in hand, filming them.
What went through the minds of the infected ones?
There they lay, on the sidewalks, spasming and gasping for air, until they lost consciousness and died.
It must be painful to be gasping for air when your lungs are already filled with liquid. It’s the same kind of feeling a drowning person goes through. There is no help. You just have to wait for your body to give up and let go.
What were the dying people thinking?
Were they thinking about their husbands? Their wives? Their children? Their careers? Their wealth? Did they wish they’d written their wills? Did they want to live longer? Did they want to spend one last moment with their loved ones? Did they regret anything they’d done earlier? Did they wish they could’ve done something different?
Who are the one million people? Does anybody know? Do you know?
Do you care? Would you like to know who they were, what their names were, what they did, how many kids they left behind, and what their dreams and goals were?
What can we learn from the death of these 1M people?
What have you learned?
Does anybody care about the 1M dead people?
Or is everyone so engrossed in their own lives that they’re too busy to care about their own families, let alone random strangers on some other part of the world.
Are the 1M dead in a better place right now? Can anyone vouch for that?
A lot of atheists don’t believe in afterlives and reincarnation. So for them, that is the end of the road. Everything’s finished.
There’s a lot going on in the world right now. There’s so many things happening all at once. And I think people need to decide what’s important and what their priorities in life are.
The first instinct of an intelligent man, should be survival.
There’s a lot of people taking life for granted, walking around without masks and living their lives to the fullest, as they like to say.
I think people – the entire human civilization needs to take a step back and figure out what they value the most.
You can go and work in the office, you could go and protest something, you could go out for dinner in a public restaurant, you could hang out with friends and go to the club and party all night. Each of these activities carry a risk.
What you really need to figure out is, is that risk worth your life?
What does the latest research on Covid-19 say? I don’t know. I stopped reading because it was too much information to digest. But from the last time I read a scientific journal, they were talking about Covid-19 effects on the internal organs such as the liver, stomach, kidneys, the heart, and even the brain. Immunity doesn’t last long enough. People who were once infected can be infected again. Many have had reoccurring infections and died.
These are dangerous times. One mistake could cost you your life. Have you prepared for death? Have you thought it through? Have you accomplished all your goals in life? Is this the end of the road for you?
I think I wrote an article about death about a few weeks ago. I suggest checking that out for my thoughts on death.