Conversation Of Life And Death

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

- Hello friend! - said Life.

- Hi! - answered Death.

- How are you?

- Everything is as usual. I am reaping your fruits, which are already ripe and ready to join me. Whose time has come …

- And a lot of fruit? Maybe we can sit down and talk? - asked Life, inviting Death to settle in a beautiful meadow. - We move together, but rarely, for some reason, we talk.

“I don’t mind,” said Death, looking out for a place in the shadows. - And there are as many fruits as you gave life.

- Don't you get tired? - the friend worried.

- What to get tired of? This is a natural process. Those who are already off flock to me, and I just cover them with the hem of my cloak.

- Yes, exactly, natural … - Life looked at the hem of its dress, from where a new path was born, which disappeared at the feet of Death, and continued. - We do what we are intended for. Listen, do you know how our mutual friend Vremya is doing there?

- No. It seems that he is moving, and we are with him. Time doesn't care. Even if you and I disappear, he will remain, continuing on his way.

- And where did we come from, provided that we can disappear somewhere? - a spark of curiosity lit up in the eyes of Life.

- Man so named the process of his being. The period during which he is born, grows, does something, creates, creates, he called Life. But when he stops doing something - Death. And he invented Time to delimit and order you, Life. When to rest, when to work, when to go to bed, etc. The only difficulty is to fit me into your schedule. I am unpredictable, but I can be arranged, - Death smiled.

“It turns out that I give myself to a person, and he makes his way to you in the ways that are available to him,” Life reflected aloud. - Interesting … What he does is named by me. And when he comes to you, I will be gone. As well as you and Time. We will perish with him, but we will remain for others.

- Yes! - agreed Death with what Life thinks about. - And see how differently they live you. Someone calls you bad because they cannot achieve what they want. Or he simply does not want to, blaming you for it, filling you with such decorations that he does not like, but he continues to do so. Someone is content with what they have, having reached certain milestones and does not pretend to be more. Others use you to achieve success and do it non-stop, fearing not to be in time, believing that you are short for them. There are those who try to preserve their youth in the hope of deceiving what they call Time, and end up near me.

- In your words, I pick up anxiety for a person. After all, where I am, you are also present. In any place, wherever a person is, he can come to you, without expecting it, - said Life. - It seems to me that you can frighten one person so much that he does not even want to know you. And the other yearns for you, speeding up his path.

- Because someone is afraid of me, I am a threat to them. But all the same, I am inevitable, because all roads lead to me. And for others it is unbearable to live. By the way, making an appointment with me, they control you, - said Death, looking at Life.

- So this is a person's choice. I am with him the way he creates me. To some I am scared, they are like those who are afraid of you. But I can be rebuilt, supplemented, which, naturally, will transform the meeting with you. There are those who have accepted the inevitability of a date with you. Death cannot be avoided … This causes powerlessness and doom, - said Life.

- On the one hand, this is so, but over time, something else appears. You open up in a different capacity, you become more valuable and more respected. My presence in you allows a person to make more conscious, desirable choices. He begins to savor you, not splashing away at what he is not interested in. When this is not the case, the person continues to run over you, trying to swallow a lot without feeling the taste of what was absorbed. He just runs around trying to die filled - with many and nothing at the same time. This is you, or rather what he calls you, not noticing you. He makes a collection of achievements out of you. Does he enjoy it? Completing the process, does he enjoy it? In most cases, no. He rushes on until he meets me. And there, if there is time to understand that he never got pleasure, but just ran over you and met me at the finish line, bitter regret will appear.

“It’s sad that you tell me how a person treats me,” said Life. - It seems to me that you described those who are afraid to live and die at the same time. Courage is important in this matter. Having tasted me, a person will have to acknowledge your presence in his being. There will be no second such dish, it may be similar, but not like that. And running, eating everything without having tasted the food, he seems to retain the right to live. You won't take him, will you? He has not tried everything yet, and for him you will be generous.

“Only in his fantasies,” Death replied with a sigh. - A person forgets that he himself comes to me, and not I to him. His life path ends with me. You and me, we accompany the person at the same time. While living, he dies. But how he will do it is his task. Well, let's go further?

- Yes, - said Life, getting to her feet, - they had a good chat.

- We can continue somehow, - Death winked at her.

From SW. gestalt therapist Dmitry Lenngren