And He Lived?

“He died of cancer.”

“He died of a broken heart.”

“He died because he was too old.”

“And he lived…”

Why and how does that happen? When someone dies, people get into such a rush. They have a lot things ( mostly unpleasant and painful things) to indicate and share. Whether in life or in death, nothing has to be bitter. There should be, there must be better and stronger terms and phrases such as ” He lived great.”,” He lived a happy life.”, “He lived the life to the fullest.” etc… instead of pumping negativity and chaos. The nicer the words you pick to describe an incident get, the brighter your world gets.

Life is a multi-level journey where bitterness and sweetness appear along the road not as rivals but as two supporting and complementary forces, just like death and life. However, it is often said that living is the hardest part. As optimistic as it sounds, I used to believe that life is a long lasting stair that we need to climb up to take a peek of what’s coming next, a new chapter. We’ve seen and will see countless numbers of chapters. The first moment we are introduced to this world is the moment we cause pain and happiness altogether. Now you’re getting my point, aren’t you? 🙂 As we grow older, we experience and cause many other feelings and emotional states. Through this journey, we go through good times and bad times. We blossom with each day we live. Regardless of its beauty, it is a shame that we consistently fail to celebrate life after everything she offers. It is also bewildering to witness how reactive and responsive we may get when it comes to expressing unlikeable, unpleasant and unwelcoming news and details. But isn’t it very human of us? or Are we becoming the doom-mongers of this age? No, I am not being sarcastic. We are not the perfect kind, we do have flaws but this is another writing’s topic.

What makes us use hundreds of words about death stems from what stops us from telling the kindest and the sweetest words. What makes us brag about negative aspects of life results from what we let in long ago and I call it “radioactive point of view”, “exploitative attitude” and “consuming remarks”.  According to this very personal diagnosis of mine, there are three stages of this social disease. I am no expert ladies and gentlemen, I am just a curious observer. Okay so, let’s go on! In the first stage, at an early age as we are not mature enough to fulfill our comprehension skills, we are likely to get influenced by external actors and external factors.  Second stage is based on (excuse my language, please) our ability of oral diarrhea. Spread your ominous thoughts around in return for more ominous thoughts. Once the darkness of your words seeps into every part of rationality and wisdom, make sure you’ll leave no avenue unexplored. In the final stage, all you need to do is highlight your poisonous opinions with the help of your “secret power”, which consists of two words “demotivate” and “demoralize”. Isn’t it so easy to reach a profound form of infelicity along with misery? If you are looking for the formula of happiness though then you will need a shorter and a more natural formula. Keep yourself away from people who are the very murderers of your days and be a person who remind people of happy things. Instill hope into hopeless minds and inspire the world, don’t let it sink in agony. If you see the full side, you’ll never need to grow up. Say good things, do good things and think good things then nothing will hunt you down. If diseases are contagious, so are happinesses. Don’t you agree? I’d rather follow the footsteps of dervishes who celebrate life as a gift, who seek the light in the dark and who knows that in living anything and everything are deserved to be cherished with respect and thankfulness. Life should not be lived under the shadow of despondence and despair, nor should it be defined by unsavory words.

And he lived….happily ever after!


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