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it's a well-accepted fact that death affects everyone differently. for some, it's a numbing experience, for others it's nothing short of a wake-up call. whichever category one finds themselves in, the end result is the same - a pressing urge, a need, to push forward despite the pain.
i couldn't help but analyze this situation to the core. part of me wonders if death really is just a biological process that is not discriminatory of age, ethnicity, sex, and personal caliber or achievement. but there is another part of me which also questions the role of destiny or a higher power in deciding our time. despite all of his potential, and all of the time and effort he had invested in his future, was this really his ultimate fate?
it doesn't really matter how you look at it, at the end of the day he's gone and nothing will change that. i still can't wrap my head around the idea that someone i once knew is now just a memory that will dissipate over time.
i couldn't help but analyze this situation to the core. part of me wonders if death really is just a biological process that is not discriminatory of age, ethnicity, sex, and personal caliber or achievement. but there is another part of me which also questions the role of destiny or a higher power in deciding our time. despite all of his potential, and all of the time and effort he had invested in his future, was this really his ultimate fate?
it doesn't really matter how you look at it, at the end of the day he's gone and nothing will change that. i still can't wrap my head around the idea that someone i once knew is now just a memory that will dissipate over time.