Death is born with you at the moment of your birth.

In the instant you enter existence, death also comes into being. Death is not the opposite of life; it is the opposite of birth. Life has no true opposite. Life is the field of experience, the vast space within which all opposites arise.
Death accompanies you in every moment, yet you forget this. You fear the truth. The fear is not of death itself; the human being fears because they believe they will lose life. Fear is born of attachment, and of trembling before an unknown experience.
The truth is this: death does not steal life from you. It is what grants life its weight, its value, its beauty. Imagine if you never died—how unbearably dull existence would be. Death is the ending that gives the beginning its meaning.
You fear because you have grown attached to the place and forgotten that you are a visitor. Everything you possess is a loan—things you merely benefit from, even your own body. You do not fear emptiness; you fear losing what you have filled emptiness with.
Death itself is not a void. It is a return.
A liberation from one form into all forms. It transforms you from a singular thing into the whole. It teaches you that this present moment is all you ever truly own. You are not a body carrying a soul; you are a soul that chose to wear a body for a while. And when you remove it, you do not perish—you return home, to the space from which you came, where there is no absence, no pain, no separation.
You will not take money or status with you to that home. You will take only what you have cultivated within yourself. So do not grieve impermanence. Flowers do not mourn when they wither—their fragrance becomes part of the air, and their seeds are born anew.
So too do you die without noise.
Death, in relation to life, is like breathing in relation to you. Death is the breath of life itself. Life draws its power from death. For a new wave to be born in the sea, it must rise from the dying of the wave that came before it.

Original text in Arabic by Dr. M. Dbaisi