No matter How Beautiful we are, How Powerful we are, How Magnificent we are ...

We always die!!!

That's the definition of mortal. For every Start there is an End. For every Rise there is a Fall. For Every bloom there is a Wither. Perhaps this ephemerality of being, is what that makes everything beautiful. But we humans always want to shun away from this reality, although we know it from within.

We are like that Pigeon who closes his eyes, when he sees a cat and assumes the cat does not exist.

How Naive!!!

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Death is a reality, that will come knocking at our door sooner or latter and there is nothing we can do about it.
So this means that immortality is just a myth. A wild goose chase.

Most of you have heard this quote
"To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever."
Sincerely, I always thought of this quote as "stupid emotional bullshit". But I am beginning to understand the meaning of this "stupid emotional bullshit", after the death of my father. It has been three months since he passed away and yesterday I am beginning to realise that he is not gone. He lives in me, he breathes in me, he is a part of me. Every joy, every sorrow and every decision of mine is a reflection of him.
My father worked as Public Servant (Police Department) for 30 years and we all know it's a tough job, considering all the liability and responsibilities that comes with it. But to my surprise, my father never complained about it and did his best to keep the oath that he had taken as a Public Servant.
Even after 3 month, I am still receiving people(most of them, I have never met) coming for condolences and telling me how my father helped them in a difficult situation.
Yesterday, a poor old man came to meet me and told me that he just heard of my father's death. He had travelled 200 miles just to be with me. He told me, how my father helped him to get justice, when his son was murdered by an influential feudal. There were tears in his eyes. And I remember his exact words...

"Son, your dad was a Selfless God Fearing Man. He helped me, when there was no one to help me. As long as I live, I will always remember him. May Heavens have mercy upon him"...tears

At that very moment, I also wept. I felt proud to be my Dad's son. I said to myself

Dad, even in death you are making us proud. Why you left so soon???

We are loved by our parents, siblings, children and friends etc. And if we die today, they will remember us. That's the case with most of us. But what after a century or so??? Our name will eventually die...fade away.
That's the extent of immortality that most of us manage to achieve.

My Dad has managed to live in hearts of his family and many those who he had helped.

That's the extent of his immortality.

The questions I ask myself is...

Can I ever be able to follow suit???

Can I ever be in parity with him or exceed him???

Can I ever be as Immortal as he is???

I have lost my sleep over these questions and I am still nowhere near to the answer.
Have you ever thought of Immortality or ever being in pursuit of it??? Please let me know in comment below.

But there are "A Few Good Men" who manage to stay alive long after they die, centuries. Time had already tried and failed in killing them. How they achieved this so-called immortality??? What was so special about them???

That's the topic for another day??

Adios!!!

Steem On!!!