What is the first mental image that comes to mind when you hear the word death? Chances are it’s not a beautiful visual of sunshine and roses. Or maybe it is. Regardless, it cannot be denied that generally the very thought of death carries a negative vibe with it.
Why is that? Perhaps because death is synonymous with loss. Loss is painful and hard. Sometimes loss even feels like losing a part of oneself. Or maybe it is because death is like a wake up call. A vivid reminder of one of life’s harsh realities that one day we all inevitably face.
But can death be beautiful? Can it, amidst all the dark persona that surrounds it, still convey a shard of beauty? Some would argue very adamantly that yes, indeed death can be beautiful. Still others would disagree just as adamantly that it cannot.
What do you say?