Death is a universal phenomenon that we mostly fail to comprehend or even acknowledge. Despite its absoluteness, in the sense that all of us are bound to expire, we may not really give it much thought for many reasons. We may be too afraid out of the unknown or we just cannot fathom that there is in fact an end to our animated lives.
We recognize that it's a powerful constant of nature. Perhaps our subconscious mind even helps us evade the topic. Whenever we hear that someone we know died, we always default to a state of disbelief in an effort to protect our egos. We try to validate what we hear by saying "What? Who died?" before let our emotions take their natural course and before we could summon an appropriate reaction.
This bias towards death transcends our personal lives. In literature, death could be the most anticlimactic device that a writer can use. We're even forged this sort of unrealistic standards as consumers that we feel like a story can never be happy if a key character dies. In the real world, death can altogether affect our way of thinking. When we become aware of social issues and stories of injustices - it always take a heavier toll when we know that there's a victim and that this victim has died. Our feeling and partiality are also amplified when the number of death grows.
Death is a puzzle that's unlocked individually. It is something so casual yet so seemingly unacceptable at the same time. Whatever the cause or motivation behind the end of one's life, and however we ultimately come into terms with the concept of death, we must not forget to humble ourselves and recognize that each day could be our last.
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