The other side of 'Death'

There is one thing that instills fear into most of the people, DEATH. Death not necessarily one's own but also of the people that we love. What is Death?

To me it is a point at which a soul merely changes its address from a person's body to somewhere else, someplace better. After a death, people cry because they realise the fact that they will not meet their loved one again, they cry because they are bereft of that last chance to talk to the person now lying on the pyre, they cry because they understand that they will never again feel the warmth of that person's hug, they cry because the world without the presence of that person will never be the same again. That makes crying a somewhat selfish process after a death, try thinking about it from the perspective of the man who passed away, he would never be able to talk to all the people crying beside his body, he would miss the warmth of the 1000 hugs that are unanimously weeping for his one hug, he is now in a place where he won’t even know how to survive. Isn't that a grief that supersedes the sorrow of each one of us? 

This might offend many people but the truth is that the only thing that flashes across the mind after seeing a loved one dead is the idea of leading one's own life without the support that was just snatched away.

When I talk about a soul leaving the possession of a body to search for another place to live, I would not term this as death, death is the end of something. Leaving a body is not the end, it is actually the beginning of something new. For a soul which can explore the universe without any fetters, the body is a tether which keeps it grounded. We think that a dead body is tantamount to the person’s extinction on the Earth but that is where we go wrong. Look at the leaves of a tree from a distance, they would appear stationary to us, we only feel their existence when the wind blows and those leaves make a pleasant sound but never do we say that those leaves are dead. The same is the case with a person’s soul, leaving a body makes us believe that the end has come but that is just the stationary leaf stage for a human being, reminiscing their time with us is the wind that blows and that corroborates that the person is still very much present around us. Then why do we call a person dead when it is merely his body that stops functioning?

The negative connotation that is attached to the word ‘death’ is what troubles me. When we believe that there is a God present around us even after we have not seen him ever, how can we say that a person does not exist just because we cannot see him physically around us? 

What if there is a proper functioning world for the souls that part ways from their bodies and the process of birth there takes place when the person leaves this Earth. That way the death of a person on this planet is actually the day he is born somewhere else. The pain of seeing the body of a loved one lying in front of you is excruciating in the literal sense but then the realisation that their soul is off to a place, where the existence is not limited to two legs, two hands, one head and one heart, makes you believe that they are now free from this prison called a body present in the jurisdiction of this World.