There is an art of living as well as an art of dying. To die on one’s bed, under one’s roof is the easiest inglorious, uneventful end of life. But those who die for a great cause such as the freedom of a nation or the world work for the oppressed and downtrodden people die a noble and glorious death. They never die who die in a noble cause because they become immortal of name and fame. Physical death does not end their life.; They live in the memory and hearts as the people. They alone are successful in life. Other who eat, drink, make merry have not succeeded in life. They have failed. But they never fail whọ die in a great cause. A man dedicates his life to social or political or religious reforms. He may not succeed n effecting all the reforms in his life-time, but the work once started by him is carried on by others, like a lighted torch handed down from one to another. He serves as an example to others.
Therefore, even when he fails, he succeeds. But a man who works for a noble cause can never fail because even his failure is the beginning of success for others. Soldiers die fighting for the cause of freedom. They never die. Madam Curie who sacrificed her life for radium. Florence Nightingale the sister of mercy. Nelson, who died defending to his last the liberty of England, Quaid-i-Azam who lived and died, for Pakistan–these have not, died. Are they not daily on our lips and in our hearts? Some dedicate life to art, music, science, exploration, etc. They never fail or die because they work for a noble cause. The only man who really die is the man who works only for himself and his belly.