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4/27/2016

about death

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    What I have been taught during the past year is how I am supposed to live, how I am able to seize chances in life and most of all, how I should strive to succeed. Lies like these have become a part of my life since the day I entered school. 

They were actually “teaching” me how to live my own life, which means they thought they had a better idea than I had of myself. It’s ironic, isn’t it? No one has ever said to me, “my dear Aliya, from the day you are born, you travel toward death. You might end up dead tomorrow.” ” What is death? We don’t understand death, do we? We tend to simplify things that we don’t know or do not want to know about. This is how we think about death though, by not thinking about it. Our education or, at least the way that I have been taught, both avoids the subject of death and the fact of death.    
    Death, by definition, has three meanings: the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism; the permanent ending of vital processes in a cell or tissue. Death is inevitable and it is everywhere. Friendship could diminish love itself could disappear, and the moment that you close your eyes at night, is the moment you lose your soul. The fears of death made people forget to be aware of death. Nevertheless, if people cannot confront death, how can they   face life?
    We cannot see death, we cannot see the dissolution of the flesh, why should we be afraid of death so much? Why should we cry for death so badly? We should not label death as an ending; an ending could be a beginning. What would happen if we go beyond death? What would our lives become once we actually face death? Will people care more about others? Will people care more about nature? Or would they still live the same way as if they were the last  generation of humans on Earth doing whatever they wanted to do?
    I have flashes of fearlessness when thinking about death, but they don’t last. I still fear death, I am scared that people who I love would leave me for no reason. Sentience also could cease to exist.

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    I thank my creative writing teachers:  Becca Wild, William Minor, Dionysis Tzevelekos and 余少言.

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