A thought occured to me today. Well quite a few did to be honest. I always wonder why as humans we just don't get things. I mean there a specific life lessons taught to us after being learnt through hundreds, thousands of peoples' lives and we disregard them.
One of them I realized was that true strength comes from weakness. Heroes are, most of the time, men or women who have been challenged by their situation and are called to be great. But not for themselves or self fame, for the good of others. In the Bible, for example, heroes are often called upon in times of weakness but it is as so that they discover their inner strength.
The importance of dignity in the matters of death is another thought that crept into my mind. I study the Scottish Gaelic language and when I hear dialects and expressions 'dying' and traditions disappearing it saddens me. But the Gaels are romantics. Their writing is so romantic that it could never be fully understand in English. This is just a small example of something that the world has completely overlooked. But yet it has stayed ' pure' in its isolation. Like the Gaelic warriors who traditionally would fight till the death and go down in dignity. After seeing how Scottish culture has been boxed into stereotypes so that people never hear about the traditional Gaelic stories, the gift of second-sight, the workings of the thread, I realized that even though one could say these are dying, they are dying preserved in their own way. They haven't been mutliated, stretched apart and sold. They remain in their own way and in that way, if they do die, they die in rest and purity. And there's something beautiful in that. Something that at first I didn't quite understand.
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