The absence of evidence is not the absence of evidence.
It’s funny how cliches sound cliches regardless of how true they are. The concept of life is short will never be fully understood. Does it mean we let our souls roam freely? Or we should cage it such that it only makes good moments that’ll turn memoriea when it’s no more? I’ve never cried upon hearing the death of someone but I reckon it’s because it’s because I’m mostly sad about when it becomes my turn (I really can’t help being selfish those times).
I wish these makes no sense.
May the departed souls rest in peace and the ones alive, roam in peace.