I passed through a cemetery today. I did not feel any peace. Maybe the silence within is misconstrued as peace but my heart raced at such pace that made a din in my head. A cemetery is neither a place to seek comfort nor absolution. Rather, it’s a reminder of the things that should have been long forgotten. Cemeteries offer no aesthetic values to the landscape either; even the living shirks from seeing them pop up in their horizon. I make no secrets of my phobia. I have a dread for cemeteries.
I will never understand why anyone will choose to be bound in a coffin and tossed six feet underground. What if by some dint of divine humour you wake up within. You can’t breathe and you’re dressed in clothes that aren’t your style. Worse, you watch yourself die all over. No, I don’t want to be buried when I die. I want to be cremated. I want to spend eternity in the boundless freedoms of the life I lived. Unbound of the grave and roaming in earth in the wind and in the rain and creating new life as time passes by.
We all want a place in history: Children to remember us to tell our story; a spot to memorialize our existence. That’s all well and good except that there are 7 billion people in this world all vying for a resting spot over the next millennium. Soon, our earth will be a sea of graves and littered with decrepit tombstones. Why should I let my body rot in a lonesome container (coffin); in a world that I have strived too hard to remember me, when all it wants is to move on without me. In Singapore, they have not just run out of burial spaces but now desecrate resting places in a worrying gruesome orgy. If I didn’t let you into my life when I was alive, you dare not enter when am dead. Its that simple.
I want my life to be remembered by the people to whom I have made an impact on. But I don’t want to be left in a dreary lonesome grave for my body to simply rot away. In dying, I want to live free. I want my ashes scattered in the wind and in the sea. So I can keep swaggering and watching you all make a mess of the legacies I left behind.