If we mourn someone else's passing, it may indicate a lingering fear of our own mortality. However, in a universe founded on love, everything is fundamentally alright. Death is not an end, but rather a transition into new dimensions. By perceiving death as dreadful or tragic, we needlessly complicate our earthly existence.
When we view death as a terrifying finality and live in fear of it, we are unable to fully embrace the present moment. This poses the greatest challenge to humanity. Clinging to security and resisting change prevents us from experiencing the joys of life's journey. I don't subscribe to the collective belief in death as it stands in the current collective consciousness.
In my view, we never truly cease to exist. Even the physical body is designed to endure eternally. However, this does not imply that we must remain in the physical realm indefinitely. I simply suggest that our fear of death complicates our daily lives, robbing us of the opportunity to revel in the flow of life rather than endure needless suffering.
The genuine fear lies in the loss of identity. Merely stating that you were not meant to perish challenges your sense of self, especially considering the societal narratives and firsthand experiences of death. However, what we fail to recognize is that we individually attract our own realities.
Therefore, we cannot truly comprehend the thoughts and feelings that led someone to manifest their physical end.
Perhaps their higher self deemed it appropriate to move on, which should not necessarily be regarded as a "negative" occurrence. Breaking free from the grip of identity crises is tremendously difficult in a fear-driven world. As a society, we will only heal and find peace once we engage in conversations about our own identities. Only then can we initiate the process of cultivating a new world.