There’s something very soothing about cemeteries. Wild flowers, tomb stones with faded names, ambiguous calm energy, it’s hauntingly beautiful.
I’m not a morbid person, quite the opposite actually, I’m usually a hopeless optimistic. But on this rare but extra shitty day, I took a stroll by the Trinity Church Cemetery downtown. I sat on the curb by the 6 train station and just stared at the tomb stones for a good 20 minutes.
It was weird. Death usually makes people feel uncomfortable but that moment I felt at peace. I realized almost everything in life is an uncertainty. Friends drift apart, Jobs come and go, lovers become haters. We are naive souls hoping for things to last forever. The truth is everything is a variable besides death. Death never betrays, we all get to him sooner or later. Death is the only certainty we have in life. Isn’t that ironic?!
I guess that’s why I felt at peace. Because the thought of death almost gives me hope, especially at times of being unsure and confused.
The church door opened and an older man came out with a giant chain lock. He sealed the cemetery gate tight and went back inside.