“Each one of us is hurtling towards death. Yet here we are, for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing that we are going to die. Each of us secretly believing that we wont.”
I am no stranger to death…
Death has been my sibling ever since I was one. Even though I was far too young to realize it then, something died in me that fateful day. Something bright; something resembling love. Death snuffs out dreams in a shattering second. People die…
Everyone in my life has left me at some point of time or other; some to the cruel yet immutably relentless clutches of death; others to the indefatigable forces of the journey of life in which we are but mere passing ships. And the ones who have not, are just biding their time. People always leave. That’s how life works. It’s not a surprise then that I am moved far lesser when people die. For what is life without the certainty of death?
Life poses no questions or has no meaning to those who doubt its uncertainity. Immortality takes away the very purpose of life; the urge to live; the will to survive; the quest to conquer. For when you have no fear of death, why should you have a love for life? Watching your dear ones leave you one by one causes you greater pain than can be expressed in words. And yet, knowing that you never got a chance to know them leaves u even more stranded, far more disillusioned and forever hurting..
I am no stranger to death… This one is for you, mom. I love you.