Death


Death

Death. It seems so final, doesn’t it?

People used to ask me, “Doesn’t death frighten you?”

My answer had always been, “No.”

And I believed it. I truly did. The “why” part is something I was sure about as well. I was excited to see what’s on the other side where, I believed, there should be a beautiful world. I was excited to meet my Maker. I was excited to be at peace.

But, now, when I think about it, I start doubting my confidence.

Death means people will decide to let go at some point. They’ll let you go. They’ll try so hard to forget you because you have become a painful memory to them. You will become pain itself for those who love you.

Death means all that’s left of you is a fading memory. Is that what I want to leave behind? A memory? A memory that will disappear in few months? Years? Even years aren’t enough for me. What am I leaving behind?

Death means my ending. A few decades later, it’s like I’ve never existed. My name is something they’ll never know. And my value? What value? I’ll become nothingness.

Don’t I deserve to be remembered? Don’t I deserve better than a fading memory? Better than nothingness?

After everything I went through and everything I faced, don’t I deserve more?

I spent my whole life trying to become something and someone that matters.

Why is death allowed to take that away from me?

Why is death so final?

Why can’t we fight it and, for once, win?

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