Death Comes to us all
Written by Buddhist Guy
PublishedJan. 30, 2019, 9:27 p.m.
Long long ago, a young woman from a wealthy family was happily married to an important man. When her only son was one-year-old, he fell ill and died suddenly. She was struck with grief; she could not bare the death of her only child. Weeping and groaning, she took her son’s dead body in her arms and went from house to house begging all the people in the town for news of a way to bring her son back to life. She wanted MEDICINE.
Of course, nobody could help her, but she would not give up. Finally she came across a Buddhist who advised her to go and see the Buddha himself. When she carried the dead child to the Buddha and told Him her sad story, He listened with patience and compassion, and then said to her, “There is only one way to solve your problem. Go and find me four or five mustard seeds from any family in which there has never been a death.”
The woman was filled with hope, and set off straight away to find such a household. She travelled for many miles and visited several towns where she found people willing to give her the seeds, but every family she visited had experienced death. Once she accepted the fact that death is inevitable, she buried her child and could stop her grieving. She realized that she was not unique. She understood that surely as life comes to all of us, so Death comes to us all as well.
Sometimes I get really depressed when everything seems to be going against me. The other day someone asked me, “How’s it going?”
“Not as well as I would like it to be.” I replied.
“Same for me, I hope your day gets better.”
So, even though I thought I was the only one that was having a bad day, I was one of at least 2.