Keynote: Immortal Roses of Hell
They say your life flashes before you when you die. The moments you breathe your last, you get to experience everything you've been through in an instant. The happiest moments, the worst times. All the memories become mixed and are lost in a flash of recollection. And as you close your eyes, everything fades.
But how true is this? If you're dead, you can't tell the living how it felt to die. Ghosts, mystical presences, fantastical stories, spiritual encounters. Anyone can have an experience like that, and anyone can simply make-up a story like that. Whose to say what is truth and what is false? If you can't see what another person can, does that make them wrong for being different? Or does that make you right because you, like the majority of others, cannot "see" what they do? Is there even figuring this out?
Life is supposed to be priceless, but ultimately has no real value.
Religion, Science, Magic. None of them have a true answer to the question of death. Their answers hinge on the blindness of faith, or are forever without an answer.
And people continue to live in uncertainty like nothing is ever wrong. That the absurdities of society, of the world, and of being alive are natural. People fear death, but live alongside it as if it were normal. They themselves perpetrate death even more, killing and they are killed.
And if people are fated to die, then why do people struggle to live in the first place, knowing the same destiny awaits each and every being in the end? What is the point of living to the fullest, when everything you've lived for, potentially becomes worthless, meaningless and eventually forgotten when death takes you?
Like flowers before their demise. To bloom beautifully while alive, before simply dying. And to end is nothing but to wither, wilt, and scatter. The petals buried and forgotten.
If anything, to be alive is scarier than it is to die.
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It doesn't change the fact, that life exists as it is. It doesn't change that death exists as it is. People don't get to choose what they are born into. There's not 'reset' button. No one asked for their suffering, and everybody does suffer. But everybody is also trying their best, in their own way.
You've just got to deal with what you got.
Just like how a seed doesn't get to choose where it is born, what it grows into, or if it lives long enough to bloom. Even if they become choked by thorns, parched and uprooted. Some will survive.
And they will grow.
If there is no point in what we do, then there is equally no point in not doing anything at all. In fact, it is even more pointless to waste the time we do know we have. The madness of life may be futile, but not without purpose. To stagnate is to abandon everything. To change is to be alive.
A flower without sunshine, is doomed to die. Demise is inevitable. So why not flower like a bright light, and show others its warmth and the vivid colors of life? For people, surely it is the connection between others that gives sunlight to being alive. Because the opportunity to know others, and stand by them, is to be the sunshine for other flowers. If the evil and horrors of life blot out the sun, then flowers will learn to glow and share their own lights.
It is too blossom strongly, and shine on others who are weak and can't flower on their own. Bloom proudly as a farewell gift for those already gone, and those to be left behind.
That is the meaning, behind the life of a flower.