Death and Life

Pain is something we deal with on a daily basis. It is something no one is really free of. Even the rich, the famous, the great, and the wise suffer from this infliction

It is something that is part and parcel of what life is. A wise man once said that what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger. But there is that different kind of pain, one that everyone knows he will experience time and time again: death, the pain of loss, loss of chances, of words, of a loved one. Death comes and we expect it. Yet somehow, when it strikes, it hits like an unseen train, unexpected and one finds oneself most vulnerable.

When someone dies, one is forced to think and reevaluate one’s life as well. He is made to think about his time, his accomplishments, his defeats, his triumphs, his decisions. Although this whole process in its whole is intriguing, and life-changing, the pain of the loss is something so real, so sorrowful.

The pain can come in different forms. It can be slow waves of hurt, or a rushing storm of regret, or a constant ache of longing. The healing from this experience is something that takes time.

However, life goes on, sometimes, even when a person my no longer want it to. That is the beauty of it. One day, we will find our way back.