Nov 9, 2018

Absurd Death

The guy writes in his will, before he dies, that after his death his body should be taken back to his homeland and be buried at so-and-so graveyard next to so-and-so whom I loved so much. Assuming that someone would pay for the cost of his body to be transported to his homeland, he leaves a huge burden on his family, friends, and relatives.

This is the most ridiculous thing that one could do in the modern world. If you would love to be buried in your homeland, then why did't you go there and die there. It can cost thousands of dollars to transport a dead body from North America to Kabul.

There is no honor in death, and life itself is inevitably absurd. There is no metaphysical pride for it either. The greatest weakness is to imagine an intimate propinquity with a mythical creature and a mysterious world, which could be anything depends on dogmatic thinking. It is beguiling.

This absurdity is born with our existence and our needs, but we refuse to accept this reality. I just reminded myself of Albert Camus, and his contemplation on the absurdity of life and death. As Camus suggests, we need to acknowledge the absurdity of our existence and be ready to rebel against it.
This man, whom I know, suffered throughout his life, he was a historian, a writer, and spent most of his life in refugee camps in Pakistan, Iran, and he was recently located in Canada. He was familiar with suffering and pain more than anyone else, but how could he not realize this burden on his family and friends?

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