Death is…


I can’t even fathom this concept nor fully comprehend it. You mean, when someone dies, they will NEVER come back? You are telling me that person will never return to see how I’m doing or watch my life change before my eyes, like marriage or birth?

I’m sorry, but I just don’t know if I believe you. I don’t know if  I can trust these words you’re telling me: “They’re dead and never coming back to life. Get it?”

What more can I say except, “No, I will never understand it, but I guess I have to accept it.” Other than that, what more can I say or do.

I took the liberty to find the definition of death, which is “a permanent cessation of all vital functions : the end of life,” according to Merriam-Webster.  Does that sound accurate? Yeah, I guess.

Have you ever thought about suicide? How quickly one dies. In this case, they do it to themselves. Honestly, they are to blame for hurting others around them and taking their life away. It’s insane to just sit here and ponder about this state. You are dead.

I just. I can’t. I won’t. I don’t. That’s what I have to say about this subject. I understand that no one physically vocalizes this fear of dying. I know that “I” am TERRIFIED of death. Oh, yeah, I understand why.

It’s a hard subject to talk about. I know. I realize that.

But, on the other hand, you MUST deal with it. You could die at any moment.

It’s so… ABSURD.

I would like to hear your thoughts on this subject, if you like. I won’t be mad if you refuse to contribute, but just know it’s there. It’s ALL around it.

Death is…

❤ Hope Kumor