RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | The Art of Decay

We came to life knowing nothing, fragile like an egg and naked. The art of birthing is one beautiful thing that there is throughout the entire life span.

From being weak, no knowledge, no memory of what happened before we came into earth, we go into a stage where we begin to learn by mirroring what our parent or guardian does. We mirror what the environment does and we grow with those traits.

We get to a point where we are the latest talks in town, the hottest dude or chick in town. We get to a point where our strength speaks for it self and the glory that comes with it puffs up our shoulders. At his stage, we feel like we have arrived and there is nothing that can take the fame away from us.

Gradually, without being noticed, we migrate from this stage of fame, strength and having it all to a stage where our cells degenerate, the strong body looses its content with time and the muscles which were rigid, becomes flaccid.

Gradually, we become old and could only reminisce our glory days. We begin to find happiness in telling our stories to our grand children.

Due to the sickness caused by old age, we will become close friends with the medical practitioners. Not that we love to, but because we have to. We become somewhat sad when we see a strong looking young adult, not because we envy the person, but because we want our youth back or there is a trace of regrets. Probably a mistake that was made and we sought to go back in time to correct it but we know that it is practically impossible.

Gradually, we begin to say our goodbyes because we know that our time has come and we need to accept the fact that we will be no more. We need to accept the fact that the earth welcomed us, allowed us to do what we have to do, then it is now purging us.

After we are no more, we face what comes next. Either a total void and dark place or a place with light or heaven or hell. We don't know yet.

The cycle of life is one beautiful thing to imagine but personally, I would not love to be burnt after death, I want to be buried. I want new life to grow from my remains, I want my remains to feed the maggots that comes from within and let that released nutrient from my body nourish the beautiful flowers that will grow from it.

^{sorry for a bad camera}

The picture above used to be a beautiful house. A house loved by all but just as the huma body, it glory days have faded and now, plants are sprouting from its body.

I wanted to use this medium to remind us that, this earth is a no mans land. We must leave it no matter what. However, we should always do good so that we will not be scared of leaving because of regrets.

Thank you.