This is My Will

This is my will.

If tomorrow you wake up and I am not with you, do not cry for me.

My death is not a loss and you will gain nothing from crying. Rather, think of all the good memories I have left behind. Think of all the struggles I surmounted, of all the tears I have shed. Think of all the smiles and laughter and of all the people I came to know. Their is nothing to gain from crying a lost soul. I find that rather selfish, for what are you crying for, except for your own loss of not having the benefit of living with that person any more? I hope I was not a burden in your life, but if I was then my apologies. If I made you happy, then there is no sense in crying to the lack of that happiness that I will not be able to provide. For if I die, I will not suffer but I don't want you to suffer still. To you, who shall cry, I do not owe you anything to cry for.

We are made like this. We are made to die. Be it tomorrow or today, or in fifty years, our end is inevitable. However, it is the journey we take to the end that defines us. I find it rather beautiful to not believe in heaven or hell, because that makes our only life more precious. We have to live in this reality; a miracle of nature - the chance we have been given to live is beyond any other thought of an afterlife. We are very lucky indeed, to even exist in the first place, so whatever actions we take, must be in respect to this slight possibility which has befallen us.

My will contains no material belongings. For what are they but like the dust my bones shall turn into? Everything in this world belongs to us, yet it doesn't. Death comes quick and sudden only for those who fear it. For those that welcome it, death is just another path. It is a reminder of our lives. You shall only fear death if you regret the route in the life you have taken. Only if you spent your life thinking there is another chance to be redeemed in the after life, or serving the needs of your church, shackled by the ideas that imprison you for the promise of freedom after death. Do not succumb to these fallacies. Live your life free and unbound. Kiss the sunlit stone on which your life threads and the people with whom you share it.

To live life you must be true to yourself and others. Your successes and failures are irrelevant when based on lies. Truth can be the only path to freedom, honesty the only measure with which you scale your friendships and your life. Then you must also be kind. This is the hardest to do, for it is in our nature to fight. We are constantly faced by struggles that test our discipline in maintaining an integrity of kindness. If you can be kind and humble in what you do and give to others, the world is yours. Not because it owes you, but because you have planted it with seeds of a tree that will bear fruit ripe for eating. You may not see the blossom on the tree, or even the budding of the seed before you die, but know this; that with your death it is not only one tree that will grow but an orchard, that will flourish on your grave.

With the passing of time, the grave in which my body lies will rot away and so will the memory of myself in you. But is it so wrong to be forgotten? Is it so wrong to carry on with your lives knowing that a person you knew has faded away? It is never wrong to be forgotten, because what is life if you live in ponder and anguish of the dead? What I have given you in life shall remain not in your memories but in your actions. To be true, to be kind. To love each other and this world, for it is the only thing we have and the only place that sustains life and this beautiful essence of nature; to live and then die, so that others may live yet again.

This is my will to you; much more a testament of my life than a testament to my death.
I do not want anything for I have no need for want any more.
But if you want and need anything from me, let it be life that you want and not the dust of this world.