What are your grievances, mortal, that you give yourself up to this whinning and repinning? Why do you weep and wail over death?
Lucretius
In the dawn of 2009, I would like to make a reflection note about things which lingering my life very dearly, death. In my childhood, I barely knew the significance of this term. When my elder sister died due to dengue fever, (I was approximately seven years old at that time), I didnt know why my mom wept and fainted several times a day and why all of family fell into deep darkness which I couldnt comprehend. Moreover, I didnt know why I had to join in that. When I was bigger, I understood why they did such things. She wouldnt ever back. Death is the end of everything in your life and she was too young to end every step that she would ever commit someday in her life.
Death is the real marks of our lives. The harsh separation lines between your dreams and things that you could really fullfil in your life. I have to admit that death is kind of creepy thing to talk about and me, myself cant figure it out what if it occured to me. It realizes me that I wouldnt hang around in this world forever and soon or later, I should leave everything that I love here.
Nevertheless, It realizes me to do something in my short unpredictable life. Life becomes important because of its shortness. And doing something good in your life makes it sublime than ever. Now I try to see death with different way. I try to look at it as old pal that gonna greet me someday. And I hope, if someday it came for me, I had done amny good things in my life to make it more precious.
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