On Death and Hope
There are two kinds of death that man witnesses . First is the death of passing away of the other from this world and second is as a person withdraws himself from his beloved to search for another beloved portraying the dispensability of a person. The first kind of death is often if not always construed as the fulfilment of man as a project while the second exhibits human frailty of insatiability. Heidegger would say that man is already but not yet while he is still living, an unfinished business, the becoming, and full of being and entities. However, man sees the death of passing away from this world as the most painful part of human existence, because it always pains the one who is left behind. Perhaps, the uncertainty of what lies beyond gives excruciating pain to those who bother to ponder on this matter. Yet, at the end of the day, it isn’t the issue of giving up to death’s inevitability, but of acceptance of the reality that everybody dies and no one comes back from the six feet under. On the other hand, for the second kind of death of a person, for the one who is left behind leaves unimaginable pain caused by capability of the seemingly dead person to continuously create events for the one who is left behind to see. Here, the notion of acceptance of the non existent of the other is still obscure because the person is still becoming, full of potency to hurt the one who is being left, and while this becoming portrays negativity, the reality of beholding the seemingly dead person gives hope to the one who is left behind that someday a return of the one who left her is possible. Trite as it may seem, but life is full of surprises as far as the being of man still remains a project.