Before anybody begins to read, I want to ensure that everyone understands that what follows, in bold italics, is not something that I have written, it is something that I found in the vast expanse of the internet, quite a long time ago, and it is something I just wanted to share. It is a passage both wondrous and thought provoking-->
"In the lingering moments before you die, your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living creature. It’s not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate its too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It’s in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you “look, like, we’re not going to make it this time.” It shares a drink with you as you recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anybody like your body. Your body has been with you every day, good and bad. It’s even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes always wiped the tears from your eyes."
I dare anyone to look into a mirror and find anyone better than the person you see.
If you can, you are lying.
You are the best(est) friend that you have ever known.
You, you shall come to realise, are the only person in the entire world you can completely and unflinchingly trust.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. Period.
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Thanks for sharing. Two things of those lingering moments that struck me are – recollection of the past, and the journal of life. Both these have mention in Gurbani as well. It seems the whole life is flashed like a newsreel as evidence, and the journal of one’s intentions and actions, good and bad, is accounted to the tee, and the result of what awaits next is declared.
ReplyDeleteImagine those Dus Ka Dum moments when all good and honest actions are adding points, and “chik-ching” sounds of bonus points from those unknowingly done acts of selfless service making our eyes and teeth (if they are still called those things at that point) sparkle and visible respectively. Imagine our misery when we get caught with our pants down steeling, lying, cheating, abusing, discriminating, and the realization that all that negative, wasted effort for such pitiable gains… was a loss. Scary!
Our body is our best friend, so we owe it to keep it in shape, in good company and on the ground, just like a proud car or motorcycle. In fact it is just a vehicle to take us through the mortal journey or it is just a cage as Bhagat Ravi Daas describes it in this shabad (http://www.sikhitothemax.com/page.asp?ShabadID=2521) in Shri Guru Granth Sahib. The only real and accountable is our soul, an infinitesimal part of the infinite God.