I was driving home after running an errand after work today, and I noticed as I drove past a cemetery I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It's always been that way. Cemeteries have always been a place of comfort. Even as a teenager I would gravitate towards the cemetery when I needed calm. What is it about being among the dead that delivers such a deep sense of tranquility in me? I wanted to stop the car, get out, walk between them, read their headstones, listen to the wind whisper stories while the rain showered down on me; Then curl up on-top of the gravestones, huddle among them and just close my eyes for awhile.
Perhaps it is the fact that they no longer judge (that I am aware of). Or that I can talk and they just "listen". They do not argue or say mean things (that I can hear). And while they do not respond, I do not have to watch them blatantly ignore me. At least they have a good excuse. They're dead.
Or perhaps it's their complete lack of responsibility or duty anymore that I am drawn to. They are no longer attached to the demands of the societies of this world. Love, acceptance, success -even in the smallest of senses - .... none of that matters. There's just the cool earth crumbling, eternal sleep, rest. At least that's what I can see at this end.
Do I believe that's all there is... a rotting corpse in the ground? No. I believe our souls journey on. That escape sure sounds appealing though. That rest.
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