Things are called taboo, this morning I read it again on the blog of Bill. He is my blog hero, a dying man having the guts to write daily about his life and the last part of it: his approaching death. He is the last person to admit that he is special or doing something extraordinary. In a way I think he is onto something. For instance on his last post called Road to Death.
I quote Bill:
“Dying can be a very scary, lonely process. […] Everyone of us is preparing to make that same journey, we are just doing it on different time schedules. There is no denying the fact every single one of us will make that journey at some time. We all know that, yet death remains almost like a taboo subject. We don’t talk about it or even really think about it, “it is just to morbid”. Why is it “morbid”, it is a reality? […] Death is a fact of life. I think it is just plain fear that causes us to push the mere thought from our minds.
Death is almost a taboo subject, Bill says. A thing that people do not know or maybe do not want to deal with. Other taboo things I can think of are talking about sex or the exact amount of your salary. I even notice that the paranormal or unseen world is often considered taboo. People behave different when I mention the paranormal.
Taboo on a wider level describes words, things, actions or even people that are forbidden. This highly depends on the culture or group of people that put the taboo. I can imagine that you can make things and people taboo because you find it difficult to handle. You perhaps do not understand about something yourself, an easy way out is the option to use the taboo and avoid the taboo-thing completely.
This article has a follow up called Dying is an opportunity to act real here.