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October 31 | Nada Fahmy

As one takes their first breath, another takes their last.  Life and death are a necessary, inescapable cycle. No matter how terrorizing and frightful dying might be to some; it is one fate we cannot change. Our life and death are written in the stars, among the billions of tangled, unfathomable constellations. No human body or soul was born to live eternally. Immortality is an ineludible tragedy, for it elucidates the imminent, inevitable fact that at some point in time, death will slither its way into our world and massacre the final breath of a mortal. But have you ever stopped to wonder if death was all vile and immoral? On the contrary to beliefs, death is what grants life meaning and purpose. It coerces humans into living their life dangerously, fearlessly, and courageously, for the fear of dying without creating extraordinarily phenomenal moments is far more petrifying than any other.  

The beauty of life is the fact that it ends just as fast as it begins. You see your whole life pass in front of you in snippets, and then poof! Your life is nowhere to be found in existence. Every last puzzle piece that has made up your everyday world has perished. We don’t want to end our life on this world with a nagging thought at the back of our minds notifying us that we could have done more. If only we had lived a tiny bit longer, we would have done something astounding. We fear death because with it comes the undying and abiding question of whether or not we’ve actually lived our lives. But, nothing so preciously cherished can last, for even humanity will in time cease to exist.  The beauty of life is that it never lasts, for it is so special that only a few can handle truly living it.

However, death may take a soul before the fair and moral time.  The dreams and aspirations every child has about their future, whether to become an astronaut or a princess, could all be shattered before their future is attained. The true and unmerited fact is that we were the unlucky bunch. Diagnosed with certain maladies, our body’s come to screeching halts and fall to bits and pieces as the affliction penetrates every fragment of our anatomy.  Death is simply sharpening its knife to end your eternal pain. However, the most crippling and brutal moment of all is when you finally apprehend and approve the devastating   fact that you will never be the princess or astronaut your naïve, childish self had once sought out to be. You burden yourself with questions: Why me? Of all people in the world, why me? Did I do something wrong? And you receive the most vicious and hostile answer, ‘No, you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re simply unlucky. There is no plausible explanation for why you are here. Nothing is fair.’ Then the harshest realization presents itself; there was nothing you could do about it, but deal with it.