Ephemeral life

We know life is ephemeral; it's a journey towards death. We have limited time, and we know nothing is going to remain permanent, but we still seek permanence. This is weird, but it needs to be seen from a different perspective. Even a rational person weeps when their loved one dies. 

The one who used to talk about accepting death as we accept birth also shatters upon death. Birth is often celebrated, but we mourn in death. It silences oneself. What makes us think straight in a state of sorrow? Can we really remain away from the pain that separation brings? Is the void they left in us ever filled by another person? It stings to imagine time without them. Surely life goes on, and you'll be busy, but when you get free and realize the one who was so dear to you is not near, it will bring undefined pain, and you'll have no choice other than to embrace it.

I heard somewhere that life is preparation, and death is an exam. How well can you prepare for death? How much more can you live when you're alive? Living in the present is the best thing you can do, but how can we ignore that we're made up of the past? If we remove our past, what are we left with? When a person loses memory, their life and the lives of people around them become miserable.

 Memories are weird in a way. We don't really value them unless they bring joy or tears. We make memories, and delving into the lane of memories brings that moment in front of us. When we don't have that person with us to relive that moment, we feel cheated by time, and we feel bad about good memories too. We may console ourselves by looking at those moments with gratefulness. We try to analyze the time spent, which now becomes a memory. We may regret behaving out of emotions and not respecting people in some moments. We feel maybe we could have behaved in such a way, maybe we could have held on to ourselves, maybe we could have put others before us without being selfish, maybe we could have forgotten about our worries and problems and empathized with that person. The list may go on and on, and we may miss that person even more.

We're not perfect; we have set some boundaries, and we feel others should cross them and come to us, but we may not break them. What stops us from being kind, considerate, and respectful to the dearest people around us, whom we take for granted in most cases? Why do we ignore the one who is dear and near to us? Why do we distract ourselves with other things when the solution to our botheration can be obtained from a person sitting right near us? Why can't we value the real person, their existence, until they become a memory? Who should we blame for all our uncontrollable behavior? I'm leaving this to you all to think and reflect of may be we know the answer.