Death must be Beautiful

Whenever I try to talk about death, most people stop me before I can even finish my thoughts. The only exceptions are a few of my buddies from NCC. Eventually, I found the answer to the obvious question that always arose in my mind:

“Why do they always try to stop me?”

The answer is quite simple. To them, talking about death sounds extremely negative because it naturally reminds them of the pain of losing someone they love. And especially if that someone is their own son.

For instance, my mother gets angry every time I talk about how I wish my death to be meaningful and beautiful. I completely understand why. She cannot bear to hear those words because they challenge the hopes and dreams she has carried for me ever since I was born.

I deeply respect both her concern and her fear because those expectations are precious. They are born out of love.

But if I talk about myself, I do not carry that fear.

I know death will come someday—that is the only certainty life offers. My concern has never been death itself. My concern is whether I can live a life that makes my death meaningful. I do not know what the future holds, but after reading several books and spending countless hours reflecting on life, I have somehow learned to communicate with my subconscious mind.

One of the principles that stayed with me comes from the Book, “The Power of Your Subconscious Mind” :

"Most men die for nothing because they choose to live only for themselves."

The lesson is simple yet profound: do not live only for yourself. Find a purpose that allows you to uplift not only your own life but also the lives of others, your society, and eventually leave the world a little better than you found it. That thought has remained with me ever since.

Death Must Be Beautiful

Almost everyone fears death, and that is a fact rather than an argument. You may find me illogical—or perhaps even mad—but this is how my subconscious mind has gradually shaped itself after countless attempts to answer one question:

“What is my purpose, and what am I meant to accomplish through it?”

Over time, that question transformed into another:

“How can I live in such a way that, when death finally comes, my life is remembered for decades ?”

This is the thought my mind has accepted. It may sound unsettling, but to me, it is simply the truth. Perhaps many people will disagree with me, and that is perfectly fine. Every individual sees life through a different lens.

“The author must be mad.” Haha… perhaps that is exactly what your mind is saying right now. And honestly, I wouldn’t blame you.

You may have heard the phrase “Body, Mind & Soul.” I believe my SOUL has already accepted one image of my final journey—my BODY wrapped in my nation’s Tricolour. And my MIND will be appreciated by many. I hope my character reflects the values I stood for. And above all, I hope my life reminds people of one simple truth:

Why MY NATION stands above every other ambition in my life.

Because, in the end, I do not seek an extraordinary death. I seek an extraordinary life whose ending naturally becomes worth remembering.