We Talk About Death.
"Let's begin with this idea," Morrie said. "Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it."
He was in a bussinesslike mood this Tuesday. The subject was death, the first item on my list. Before I arrived, Morrie had scribbled a few notes on small white pieces of paper so he wouldn't forget. His shaky handwriting was now indecipherable to everyone but him. It was almost Labor day, and through the office window I could see the spinach-coloured hedges of backyard and hear the yells of children playing down the street, their last week of freedom before school began.
Back in Detroit, the newspaper strikers were gearing up for a huge holiday demonstration, to show the solidarity of unions against management. On the plane ride in, I had read about a woman who had shot her husband and two daughters as they lay sleeping, claiming she was protecting them from the 'bad people'. In California, the lawyers in the O. J Simpson trial were becoming huge celebrities.
Here in Morrie's office, life went on one precious day at a time. Now, we sat together, a few feet from the newest addition to the house: an oxygen machine. It was small and portable, about knee-high. On some nights, when he couldn't get enough air to swallow, Morrie attached the long plastic tubing to his nose, clamping on his nostrils like a leech. I hated the idea of Morrie connected to a machine of any kind, and I tried not to look at it as Morrie spoke.
"Everyone knows they're going to die," he said again, "but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently."
So we kid ourselves about death, I said.
"Yes. But there's a better approach. To know you're going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That's better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life while you are living."
How can you ever be prepared to die?
"Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?'"
He turned his head to his shoulder as if the bird were there now.
"Is today the day I die?" he said.
Morrie borrowed freely from all religions. He was born Jewish, but became an agnostic when he was a teenager, partly because of all that had happened to him as a child. He enjoyed some of the philosophies of Buddhism and Christianity, and he still felt at home, culturally, in Judaism. He was a religios mutt, which made him even more open to the students he taught over the years. And the things He was saying in his final months on earth seemed to transcend all religious differences. Death has a way of doing that.
"The truth is, Mitch," he said, "Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live."
"I'm going to say it again," he said. "Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live." He smiled, and I realized what he was doing. He was making sure I absorbed this point, without embarrassing me by asking. It was part of what made him a good teacher.
Did you think much about death before you got sick? I asked.
"No." Morrie smiled. "I was like everyone else. I once told a friend of mine, in a moment of exuberance, 'I'm gonna be the healthiest old man you ever met!'"
How old were you?
"In my sixties."
So you were optimistic.
"Why not? Like I said, no one really believes they're going to die."
But everyone knows someone who has died, I said. Why is it hard to think about dying?
"Because," Morrie continued, "most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do."
And facing death changes all that?
"Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. When you realize you are going to die, you see everything much differently."
"Learn how to die, and you learn how to live."
my favourite chapter. and the last sentence is my favourite quote.
waiting for the exam to end, and i'm going to reread it. hold ni jugak untuk lepas exam. uhuk.
eh, exam ahad lah (!!)
wish me luck. ='(
nota kaki: waahh. lama juga saya tak update kat sini. menulis kat sana asyik merapu je.
err, hai semua! >.<