Death is said to follow you from birth to the end of your life span, it
wields itself upon you the day of your life-span ceases to be. In my
opinion "Death has been on our shoulders since birth, for death is none
other then our own shadow." Every person is born to die, it's the way of
life; or so it's said. Some people die of natural causes, others are killed
in some way or another, and some have died because of emotional pain alone.
Then again, some people die alone, some die around the ones they love
holding onto that last shred of their life as they slip into eternal sleep.
Is there an after-life? Is there a heaven or a hell? Or are these things
just something that a person believes in hope of going to a better or worse
place. I'd rather live to love someone then die knowing that they will have
more emotional pain then anything in the world.
Death is considered a journey, but if you think about it; to live is an
even greater adventure.
We may all live to die, but it's what we do in life that makes us human
beings, but we kill each other; for what; a shred of land, a piece of
bread; a place to call our own? Humans are the only animals that will kill
each other for fun, it's not survival of the fittest; it's a slaughter. The
world is a slaughterhouse, the people the animals, and the people the
killers. Killing is in everything, death is everywhere; but why should we,
the people, accept that life is made to end sooner?
Mark Twain once said and I quote "Life was not a valuable gift, but death
was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure
poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and
fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with
long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats,
humiliations, and despairs-the heaviest curse devisable by divine
ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death
healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and
forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man could endure life no
longer, death came and set him free." I think that he was right; life is an
on-going nightmare until the day you die. You live to die, but everyday you
see death everywhere you look and wonder why it's them and not you dead.
Life is a toy of someone to be ended when "fate" decides, (for a tale of
fate see Fate: Out to get us?), or is life just a merry-go-round of pain
and torment on ones soul?
Does death choose its victims or like I said in Fate: Out To Get Us? Is
fate the ruler of the hands of death and life? There is no true explanation
to how death chooses its victim, nor is there no true way to find out the
pattern if there is one. Death will eventually take everyone and all life
on Earth will cease to be, and then everything will supposedly happen all
over again exactly as it already has. Is death a game? Is there a pattern
to death? Can death be beaten and fate stopped in its tracks? Is death a
part of fate or is death an act of will and natural occurrence?
I honestly cannot answer these questions because I myself am still seeking
the answer to each one. If death exists then to quote Winston Churchill, "I
am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of
meeting me is another matter." Do we control the fate of our own life or
death, or does it happen randomly without warning?
Now to quote Denis Leary "Most people think life sucks, and then you die.
Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your
dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a
new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills
but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then - one
day - you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you
have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth
and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and
the power to talk and then - one day - you step off a curb at Sixty-
seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die.
I can agree to what he's saying because I know people who've been through
stuff like this, and then you have those that may as well have the plug
pulled in a medical bed; "vegetables" as doctors call them, their brains
are mush and they'll never be who they were. These are the people who could
never even tell you their own name that's how much of their original
personality is left, they've been lobotomized basically to try and be saved
and the lobotomy made them a bed warmer; nothing more. Death kills those
who are stronger leaving the weaker trying to fight to even move their own
hand, these are the people that will never win the fight and cannot die
either because the doctors assure that they will live.
Death plays around with us and I have a feeling that the "Grim Reaper" was
just created to give death a mask, death has no form or shape, death is
cancer, or aids, death kills regardless your race or creed. Everyone is
deaths victim, only everyone has their own time until they die; life is led
to die at the hand of death. I never see a pattern, then again I've chosen
to block out death since people die everyday and I'm not one to let death
strike me with grief. I've heard about death my whole life, seen it on
television, heard about it on the radio; I honestly don't care about death
because we all will die.
Death is a game played by humans who try to be gods; we kill for fun; more
like murder for fun. We are not pigs for the slaughter, so let us live our
lives our way.
Tracer Stevens