It seems like there has been a lot of death around me lately. Usually it’s not something I feel comfortable talking about but it’s been making me feel so much. I’ve decided that maybe the best way to deal with these feelings is to write.
You hear about people dying in genocides, terrorist attacks, wars of religion etc. and it has become such a common occurrence that that now it no longer phases us. Not one of us remembers the faces of the dead who bare no names. Not one of us remembers the names of the of the dead who bare no connection to our world. We go on like nothing is happening. We live in a paradise, with our backs to the shadows.
Sometimes death will hit very close to home. It’s harder to ignore. Yet I’ve noticed that somehow we are all still withdrawn, even once death has now made itself very real. Even once death has touched us. Is it all the death on the news, in the movies, and in our games? Or is it normal? Is it normal that no one seems to ache for the loss of precious lives? Or is it weird to feel such anguish, when you have no connection to the deceased?
I am sure people do feel something when strangers pass but they have just become so skilled at isolating themselves from it.
I know I am not alone in feeling such pain for the dead. I know I am not alone in feeling such pain for their families. I know I am not alone in wishing I could fix what was broken… but I feel so empty. What is the point? Why are the least deserving taken the earliest? Who decides their fate? I am sure that is not the choice they would have made.
Life is so fleeting, so beautiful, and so full of pain. It is a light in the darkness that you weren’t sure you saw. It is that taste in your mouth that you can’t seem to place. Life is time that passed when you weren’t looking and now you can’t remember where you’ve come from. And in the end, it doesn’t really matter, because it’ll all be gone once you get where you’re going.
I think it’s really disturbing that at one moment, everything could be fine. Then in a second later, the world flips, and you’re gone; as fast as sparks flying up from the fire. There is no goodbye, the end comes too fast.
Now here I am by myself, crying for all the people I don’t know and never will. I am thinking of all the things they’ll never see, all the things they’ll never do, and always wondering why they weren’t supposed to.