"Chopin was buried in Paris but following his dying wish, his heart was removed and sent home to his native land Poland."
Read that somewhere, and assume it to be e truth.
Which leads me to wonder : why are people so attached? To material things, to status, to beliefs, to tradition... Such that even at the point of death, you are still concerned over where u will be buried.
You are dead! It won't make any difference! Will you be in heaven and upset that your heart is in Paris and not Poland? I truly think not. Not if heaven is that happy and peaceful a place.
Every one starts their life with the same end point: that of death. The only thing I can be reasonably sure of in this life is the fact that I will die. In such case, why not be prepared for death, why not accept it and face the fact that we all will die.
Once we accept and realise the fact, than we can start to live. To live without e fear of death. To live in each and every moment for that might be your last. To treasure all, to live in gratitude...to Simply to be
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