When Do We Die?

Remembrance and existence after physical disappearance

I’m fond of music. I’m not a musician but a good listener in my tone and style.

Jazz is my music. It speaks to my soul and expresses what I cherish inside. Some other genres enter my world from time to time, funk, R&B, reggae, and less often pop. But jazz is the permanent resident.

I listen to music while writing, driving, walking, or cooking, and some nights for the sake of music, with the accompaniment of a glass of wine. I don’t imagine what kind of hell the world would be without all those good songs.

I remembered that she had died years ago at the age of 27, leaving her unfulfilled talent and the auspicious possible future behind. She is not breathing in our world and hasn’t a visible body anymore. But when I listened to her song, I didn’t feel that she was dead. It’s so with Freddy Mercury, Louis Armstrong, Stevie Wonder, or Ray Charles as well. They are not dead, nor other giants.

Death is not something related to physical existence on Earth.

Death is about being remembered or forgotten. You’re dead if you’re overlooked in others’ minds after your funeral. But if you’re recalled even years later, you’re not dead.

If you have lived your life leaving your footprints sincerely and with care, putting all your talent in it, you never die.

Platon, Herakles, Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso, Dostoyevsky, Dickens, and hundreds of people haven’t really died. Every day we think about what they produced and left for us.

I feel that the way of being alive forever is finding the unique thing we’re born for, which emerges the best self of us. For me, that special thing is creating and expressing through writing; I have no doubt. I don’t regret even a second to have quit a 20 years career to dedicate myself to creative writing. That choice is the golden road to the immortality of my soul and the best way of living a meaningful life.

However, it would be great to see also physically those talented passed-away people someday, somewhere. I’m sure in that life they would be great, too.

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