Thoughts of Death

I have thought about death a lot recently - I thought about death today.

I thought about the emotional scars that I’m still carrying, and those moments in my life relating to death, that have stuck with me and that I’m to experience in the future.

Something that I feel with my soul is being in the home of someone who has recently passed away; when all of their possessions, and especially their photos, are exactly where they left them.

It feels as though part of that person is there in those items, and yet simultaneously, you’re hit with that wave of emotion and thought that they’re gone.

There is something so deeply personal about it that it very easily brings me to tears.

It’s the realisation that every item there meant something to that person; whether it was an experience, a memory, or even just a feeling. At some point in time that thing meant something personal to that person who is no longer here. It’s hard not to feel the energy, the emotions, and memories; and to argue that a part of that person must be there in those items.

It is like a part of your soul imprints on everything that you interact with.

It’s surprisingly uplifting, I guess, to think of it like that.

Our interactions with people, animals, items; everything in the universe, leaves an impression and so a part of us is with everything that we meet and interact with. It is an encouraging thought, and a good reason to live life to the fullest - to live authentically and unapologetically true to yourself. It also means that our loved ones become part of us with every interaction, which is beautiful and poetic in itself.

I believe that we all have an energy; I’m not sure that I understand it, well, I definitely don’t, and I certainly cannot explain it, but I know that I definitely believe it. I feel it. I sense it.

Maybe it’s why going to those houses are so overwhelming for me. The words do not exist to be able to explain it; and I am but a mere mortal with limited knowledge, but what I can say is that it feels as though their souls have left a mark.