Moh maya se dur #3


 Death: the ultimate cosmic prankster. Here we are, spending our days debating kale vs. carbs, only for death to pop up like, "Hey, none of that matters, surprise!" It’s like life hands us the script, but death? It’s the plot twist nobody saw coming. One minute you're in a Zoom call, the next—poof, eternal silence. We fear it, we mock it, but secretly? We’re all just waiting to see how the joke ends. Spoiler alert: everyone gets the same punchline. So why not laugh a little? After all, no one gets out alive.



But, if you think about it, death is the most punctual guest at the party of life. It doesn’t RSVP but always shows up. Fashionably late for some, way too early for others, but never missing the event. We spend our lives avoiding it like it’s a bad Tinder date. Exercise, eat right, meditate—do whatever you can to delay that awkward final conversation.



Yet, it’s sitting in the corner, sipping its drink, watching us with a knowing smile.


People say, "You only live once," but death snickers in the background, saying, "You only die once, too." It’s the ultimate equalizer, the only thing that doesn’t care about your bank balance or how many Instagram followers you have. You could be a billionaire or broke, but death is coming for both of you—probably with the same energy as a cat that doesn’t care whose lap it sits on.


And what do we do in the meantime? We cling to our bucket lists like they’ll somehow outlast us. Skydiving, travel the world, learn French—because apparently, death won’t find you if you’re midair over the Grand Canyon. But deep down, we know. It's there, patiently waiting, occasionally sending us a reminder in the form of a gray hair or a creaky knee.


Even so, isn’t death a bit misunderstood? Sure, it’s got a bad reputation, but what if it's just the end of one chapter and the start of another—like binge-watching a Netflix series with no spoilers? Life gets serious, but death? It’s the existential mic drop, the curtain call that says, “And that’s all, folks.” But is it? Or is it just the next season we haven’t previewed yet?


The irony is, death gives life its KICK. Imagine how boring life would be if we were immortal. There would be no rush, no urgency, no “I have to do this before it’s too late.” Death keeps the josh high. It’s what makes us treasure every awkward, beautiful, mundane moment. So maybe, instead of seeing death as the villain in life’s story, we should treat it like the wise old mentor—the Gandalf to our Frodo—guiding us to live a little more boldly.


In the end, death isn’t something to be feared, but maybe even appreciated. Without it, life would lose its flavor, its sense of humor. So, here’s to death: the unwanted plus-one at life’s party, the one who shows up, steals the show, and leaves us wondering how it all ended so quickly.

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