Is death really tragic? Or do we always insist that it is? I have heard it expressed in yogic philosophy that nothing is good or bad. What exists are the projections and labels we place on things only. If I let go of my fear of loss, of the parts of myself I believe exists in the others that I love, maybe I will cease my belief that death is tragic. Maybe death can be beautiful. Or maybe death is not tragic or beautiful, but simply is. I have just as easily become comforted by the idea that death is beautiful as I have been destroyed by the idea that it is tragic. And then, finally, I reach the idea that death is not not tragic or beautiful...that it is both and that the picture is bigger than I can see. And that is the real comfort.
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