The Ultimate End.

Once upon a time, I thought life went on, even after death. There was a place where we’d relax under the twinkle of the night’s sky. Inhale the rawness of life and be able to feel the joy of happiness. I was young and naïve. The truth is, I don’t know what to think anymore. Death is so common these days, I’d hope that could happen. But what’s the purpose when your loved ones are here–a child, mother, or a father?

Death. It makes you wish you could turn back the clock and do something different. Just to see them and have a little more time, make more memories with laughter. In the end, when your time comes, there is nothing you can do. The exact time and place were written for it to happen. Death–it’s inevitable. I’ve lived and learned there is nothing one can do to prevent it but live as you wish, do as much as you can. What is meant to be will be.

What scares me is that you never know when your time is coming or what form it comes in. You never know when your last conversation was with someone.

I lost a friend not too long ago. There was nothing I could have done. I thought I could have, but there was nothing nobody could have done. Once I saw her in a dream and I was so happy that I could have hugged her one last time, and I did. I still think about her in my quiet moments. I knew how much she wanted to live, not for herself, but for her child. Her hope to live wasn’t enough to keep her alive. I can still hear her voice–I see her smile. My only hope is that she finds peace and her soul rests in peace.

Death is a terrible thing–that’s just life. But how should one deal with such an unexpected event? There is no karma for death. Death is already dead, living amongst the living, awaiting souls. The day death fell in love with life is the day living became life. I long for the day I would accept death.