In my spiritual class, we have at least ~35 people come over every day. ~150 on Thursdays and Sundays.
Yesterday one of those passed away.
A 76-year-old gentleman, who came every day with his wife, one of the smartest people who spoke only when required, went away quietly yesterday.
He’d smile to me every day.
When I was once a speaker at a function of our spiritual class because there was no other speaker, he was the one to encourage me, because he saw me visibly upset with my performance.
With him, you never felt that he was “older than you and you had to respect him”. It flowed naturally.
But more than that, it makes me think about the demise of others in his age group.
Particularly when that unfortunate day would come to my parents.
Are my thoughts on childhood trauma even valid?
Should I go home more often?
Was I a good daughter?
Someone else’s reality is a wake up call to an imminent reality you will face too, some day.
It also makes me wonder about the “daily goodbyes” we say to each other.
Any conversation with a colleague could be your last conversation.
Or with your sister or your brother.
Maybe a friend might not hear from you ever again.
In this uncertain world, the only thing certain is death, even if it is not your time yet. It could be any time.
In less than 6 months I have visited the cremation ground twice.
Maybe people who are older than me visit there often.
But for me it makes me think how much do we have to change.
Mostly, in our behaviour towards others.
To start with,
To make sure you are left with no regrets even when you are left with life,
Start with being kind. Even if you don’t see a reason for it. You will see a reason soon.