The Thing About Death

I'd have to say that this little piece of news rocked everyone's safe world with its ginormous impact. It's the abruptness of it all; the fact that a life was extinguished just like that - with no tell-tale sign, no time for preparation.

In the most selfish way imaginable I'm glad I never really knew him. Like I said, it's selfish. God knows how I would've reacted if it were someone I've been so attached to for a decade. I think I would've burst out laughing for a full hour to be honest. That's how warped my reactions to all things emotional can be I kid you not. It's only started to sink in -- everyone's starting to accept the fact that we'd never see this person in the flesh, ever again. It's the finality of it all that really scares me. A person we once knew is now gone. There's no other way to put it. What we know about him was what he once was. It's neither present nor future. Any notion of him would be of the impression we have of him in our minds, what we think he would say and what we think he would do. There no longer exists such a person in this world. A whole individual is gone.

A person's untimely death puts everything into perspective. Empathy, I would say, is the predominant theme amidst the tragedy. Empathy for the family, empathy for the best friends, empathy for the one who's gone. Isn't it so unfortunate that it takes a certain death to amass this overflowing unity in compassion amongst the living? Honestly no one cares if something good came out of a death. We just want the dead to come back. Screw this empathy - it does no good anyway.

The living have learnt to accept. To move on would be another thing. I think this particular death would be on our lips for the next few years. At least then we know he'd never be forgotten -- not so soon, at least. Life is fleeting. It really, really is.

Hurricane of Cleanliness

My newly clean/tidied room = product of procrastination.

Evidently, anything trumps studying these days.