It startled me sometimes when I witnessed human’s melancholic behaviour responding to someone else’s death. When you talk about death ―gruesome yet inevitable event, people tend to lower their voice and display sorrow on their face.
I lose two persons that I consider was close to myself in less than fifty-days. I remained stable, I found it hard to cry over somebody’s absence, but it left me in a state of vague. I used to believe when somebody passes away, it means that he is no longer functional in this world, simply like “no quest left to do”, a truly utilitarian kind of view. But then the clause itself would synthesise an anticlimactic-end conclusion.
“Does it means I possess a quest that my dead relatives did not? What is His plan towards me?”
It’s ironic because somehow there are people who were still wandering for their purpose in life, but some others passed away with tons of unfinished business in their life. Even though you might hadn’t seen your friend in years and had never placed a phone call, there would be a relieve when knowing your friend is alive. It is more consoling to reckon that you would still have a chance to meet one another, even though it is mostly very unlikely.
selikurdirham 