On Death (and Life)

What is Death? I ask.
Death is the favour which we took from the universe in return for life a long time ago, comes the reply.
It is silly that we all fear death so much because it frees us from the cycle of life. Fear is an emotion and death is the rescue from it. To a dead man, everything feels the same and which is — nothing. Death is the lamp which has lost its light like a body which has lost its soul. A rescue for the oppressed. A rest house for the tired.
Death is the reason which gives meaning to this life. An experience in itself which we do not have to feel. So why do some of us fear it?
We fear it because we do not want to lose it, lose the life. A bunch of years fell too short for us to experience this life. This is why I say that death is the reason which gives meaning to life. A life without the worry of death is like the pizza being baked in the oven without the timer. It will get burnt, and lose its taste and quality, just like life without death.
So, don’t fear death, embrace it. Because without it, our life is not whole. A story needs its end, death does that work for us. An end also demands a proper ending, this is what death forces us to do in the form of fear. It forces us to provide a sleek, sweet and beautiful finish to our story. In this sense, it can also be thought of as a finesse. A finesse which with its adroitness and dexterity plot the story of our life through that invisible pencil which we only come to know at the end.
