Melancholic. Dark. Terrifying. Perplexing. Mystery. These few words are just some fine instances of a generic vocabulary which define or signal the conspiracy and final consequence of life, death. The valiant man who boasts of being ignorant and untouched by the fear of death cannot be believed.
We all live each day in order to secure ourselves from each risk that could stick on to us and each risk that could deprive us from living. We breathe in order to not die of suffocation. We eat in order to not fall prey to death out of starvation. We communicate in order to not give in front of the mighty death because of isolation.
Deep down in our hypocrite and cowardly hearts lies the dark thought of death. The only thought of it is so ugly that we men turned machines , running in the mad rat race stop to ponder and realize that one day it’s all going to come to an end. It is all going to vanish the way smoke out of fire does.. Slowly leaving it’s impact in traces and fumes. The same way is going to end our lives. It makes us perceive the insignificance of life itself. Suddenly, makes us forget all what we were rushing for. All what created the hustle bustle around.. All the aims start seeming to lose their worth. Brings chills in our spines. Life starts fading in a moment. The spark that was driving us to wake up in the morning bursts off the way a tiny bubble does. It gets silent. Deadly silent. You see? That is the might, the force of merely the shallow thought of death. Live. But don’t let any reason in your life dominate your desire to breathe. Remember at the end it’s all going to be void. It will be only a vague memory that you donate this world. Because that’s only what death gives you liberty for.
