Everybody dies twice...

**Srbo** · December 27th, 2012

Every human being dies at least twice.
And everybody knows how and why they died the first time, it doesn`t have to be the same reason for everybody.
After that first death, you can try to fool yourself, to pretend like nothing has happened, but still, somehow you know you are dead.
You can, lets say, move to another country, change your hairstyle, lose some weight, maybe even change your name. Maybe you can try to find interest in something new, so you can hide behind that, but you know that the lethal wound is there, that you are dead.
Maybe you can even find a new love, but only if that person has already died as well. So you don`t have to explain anything, so you understand each other without words and you can avoid each others lethal wounds.
The ones you died from.
The only hope left is, that when you die that second, final time, it won`t hurt as much as it did the first time.

Did you ever die yet?

**blunthead** · December 27th, 2012

Are you sure people die only twice?

**Autumn Gust** · December 27th, 2012

Little parts of me have died over the years. Grief, cynicism, and betrayal are just a few of the forces that have wreaked havoc on my life at one time or another. The losses have been balanced out, though, by other experiences I've had along the way-- witnessing many acts of kindness, discovering inner strength I didn't know I possessed, finding peace in the majesty of nature, and a lot more I could list...

**MadamMack** · December 27th, 2012

Originally Posted by Autumn Gust

Little parts of me have died over the years. Grief, cynicism, and betrayal are just a few of the forces that have wreaked havoc on my life at one time or another. The losses have been balanced out, though, by other experiences I've had along the way-- witnessing many acts of kindness, discovering inner strength I didn't know I possessed, finding peace in the majesty of nature, and a lot more I could list...

Absolutely beautiful and the best way to deal with life.

**Srbo** · December 28th, 2012

Originally Posted by Autumn Gust

Little parts of me have died over the years. Grief, cynicism, and betrayal are just a few of the forces that have wreaked havoc on my life at one time or another. The losses have been balanced out, though, by other experiences I've had along the way-- witnessing many acts of kindness, discovering inner strength I didn't know I possessed, finding peace in the majesty of nature, and a lot more I could list...

Very nice post, that`s what I was thinking of. Thank you.

**Srbo** · December 27th, 2012

Originally Posted by blunthead

Are you sure people die only twice?

Well, I said at least twice in the very first sentence.

**blunthead** · December 28th, 2012

Originally Posted by Srbo

Well, I said at least twice in the very first sentence.

Aye, sorry Srbo, and thankee for this thread because I so identify with the idea. To make long stories short, I have come to believe that death is the most comprehensive definition of the word "change", and that change is that of "death". For example, if a person who experiences the death of a personal relationship experiences it to its completion, that person changes in the process, and, I like to think in my case, into a better person. This describes the relationship between life and death to me; that only life has the power to take over after death. Not death, which does its job, but life brings forth life.

When we prune a rose part of it dies but only that which must for the sake of the plant. What the rose was is gone, because it is now a different plant. It looks different, sickly, pitiful. Meanwhile, life is figuring out how to take advantage of death, to make the plant's next version look better than its previous. It will look better. Otherwise death would not be necessary in the first place.

**fushingfeef** · January 3rd, 2013

Originally Posted by blunthead

Aye, sorry Srbo, and thankee for this thread because I so identify with the idea. To make long stories short, I have come to believe that death is the most comprehensive definition of the word "change", and that change is that of "death". For example, if a person who experiences the death of a personal relationship experiences it to its completion, that person changes in the process, and, I like to think in my case, into a better person. This describes the relationship between life and death to me; that only life has the power to take over after death. Not death, which does its job, but life brings forth life.

When we prune a rose part of it dies but only that which must for the sake of the plant. What the rose was is gone, because it is now a different plant. It looks different, sickly, pitiful. Meanwhile, life is figuring out how to take advantage of death, to make the plant's next version look better than its previous. It will look better. Otherwise death would not be necessary in the first place.

You speak true, Frank. Well said.

Sometimes I think parts of me needed to die so I could become the person I am today. Oftentimes it hurts, and often we are left with a resonating sadness, but often there is an upside as well, and we change for the better.

**blunthead** · January 3rd, 2013

Originally Posted by fushingfeef

You speak true, Frank. Well said.

Sometimes I think parts of me needed to die so I could become the person I am today. Oftentimes it hurts, and often we are left with a resonating sadness, but often there is an upside as well, and we change for the better.

Yer welcome, feef. Sometimes loss is incalculable. If we gain from it in this life we still never see it. This doesn't mean life is unable to show us something later.