Since I lost my twin sister, four years ago, I have no patience with this outbursts of love, compassion and crocodiles tears. We all love our parents, more or less, but to be overly concerned about their death, after a long life's span is ridiculous.
I despise old people.
Not because they are old, fragile, forgetful and ugly, not because of that. I simply don't like them because they have wasted their precious life on trivialities, useless work and useless knowledge, covering their bullshit existence with self-importance, envy, gossip, grid and worries, living with fears up to their last moments.
Growing old does not mean growing in understanding! They were ignorant all their life about the most important subject.. they have never paid any attention of "who they are".
Couple years ago, a medical nurse in palliative care (a hospital place for dying) had collected the major regrets of those dying patients. The vast majority of them indicated that they regret of working so hard, not having friends, not doing what they like etc... not a single one mention the regret of not finding out "who they are".
"I am" is the greatest miracle in the world.
It is the only thing worth investigating. "I am" is everything, it is the awareness of presence and the presence of awareness. But these juggling words will not help anyone, "I am" sense must be studied and understood while having full strength and stamina for life. For old people, Elvis has left the building, it is too late.
They have lived and they are dying in ignorance. It's a sad thing, but it is inevitable fact. In their life they searched for truth, love, God as it is a thing which carries the name 'truth' and that it is advantageous to have it, provided it is genuine.
They were asking for God, but in fact they merely wanted comfort, which they wanted to last forever. But, nothing, no state of mind, can provide it forever.
Those ignorant and now old people were holding on to the need for God, a testimony, an authority. Even while dying they still imagine that truth needs pointing at and telling them: 'Look, here is truth'. It is not so.
God is not a reward for good behavior, nor a prize for passing some tests. Truth is nearer than the mind and the body, nearer than the sense 'I am'.
Dying people missed seeing it because they looked too far away from themselves, outside their innermost being.
And the funniest thing of all this is they were never needed to know what they are, it was enough to know what they are not.
Now... who cares?
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