Dying As A Faith

I matriculated in a Masters programme studying divinity, and I was exposed to all kinds of faiths. Almost all, except Animalism, promises some kind of a good ending, as long as I believed. I dropped out after my professor died halfway, and I discovered that he himself didn't envisage his own demise at a somewhat young age. In a nutshell, nobody I have met seems to know for sure when one would die.

I still remember my maternal grandmother telling me in the year 2012 that she wouldn't live beyond that year. I don't know how she knew it, but she simply did. She passed away in 2012 and I have been missing her since. To me, it doesn't matter when one would die, instead what matters to me is that when I die, I wish to be reunited with my loved ones. I have made my bereavement plans and am ready to die at short notice, I don't have to many possessions so there is little for my retinue to fight over, if any at all.

Whether I go to the Christian or Muslim heaven, or reincarnate in a Hindu samsara or seek refuge in a Buddhist pureland, I leave it to the Higher order of this existence. I am agnostic, I don't know and won't know where we are going, but I simply believe! I am grateful because life has been exceptionally kind to me to be born as a Singaporean! Thank you Singapore!


Popular Posts