It can be sad and messy and powerful and hard and normal and absurd and everything in between. Many of us think of life and death as two separate things. It doesn’t have to be that way. In fact, the two are connected. Love ferociously. Live well in-spite of death, not because of it. Let death be what takes us, not a lack of imagination.
The mystic dies continuously and remains as fresh as dewdrops or lotus leaves in the early morning sun. His freshness, his youth, his timelessness, depend on the art of dying. And then when actual death comes he has nothing to fear, because he has known this death thousands of times. He is thrilled, enchanted; he dances! Joyously he wants to die. So he dies without becoming unconscious, and he knows the total secret of death. Knowing it, he has the master key that can unlock all doors. He has the key that can open the door of God. – Osho