Nature
Birth is the first moment where we say hello, and the first moment where we can experience goodbyes.
Such a brief moment of frisson.
If you are lucky enough to have a hello and not a goodbye, you have only passed your first mountain.
And being that you are reading this, you have already passed that mountain.
Young children who do not understand what it means to be alive are the luckiest.
The fresh untethered mind that is impossible to get back.
Children who do not understand death beyond a goodbye, children who do not understand how a person can make you feel as if your heart is no longer your own, children who only have to concentrate on what they will do to keep themselves occupied because they have someone to do everything else for them.
This is the greatest part of life.
This clean freedom.
As you grow older you learn that life is not what children see and think it is.
Life is bitter and bleak and blissful.
Every wrinkle comes from a failed endeavor or a laughter that has stopped.
Every pain comes from playing too hard when younger.
Every grey hair comes from the stress of simply living.
Every smile comes from the love of life.
Life is scary and stressful and splendid.
If not for the bad parts life would be miraculous.
For life is miraculous, we just can’t help but notice the bad parts.
As time passes by so does the stress of perfection.
And that childlike freedom comes back with the knowledge of the world attached and some minor back pain.
You realize how perfect imperfect is because it means your life can never be replicated.
After all your failures have been made and you memorize every imperfection that you have, you realize that there was not enough time to do much more.
And you end up in that eternal silence called death.
A body in a box, that is where every life ends up, one way or another.
Whether it’s wooden or metal.
A vase or dirt.
A new tree or a Dimond.
There is one vacation that every being will go on, no matter how rich they are.
A quiet church and those who did not make it with you, trying to not focus on what has happened.
Trying to spend one last moment with you, even though there is no you to spend time with anymore.
With death comes two reactions, quiet or loudness.
Every subsection is based on one or the other.
With quietness comes deflection and denial, mainly because they are unwilling to accept that death has happened.
Loudness creates anger and sadness because you cannot help but think about what happened and what could have changed.
But in the end death creates silence for those it takes.
A silence that was wished many of times but not actually wanted.
As one dies another lives.
Life will continue without you just like how life continued before you.
It is not hurt by your loss.
And then it repeats a thousand different stories.
