Life. It’s something that can be so simple yet so complex at the same time. There are a thousand analogies that could be used to try and explain it, to attempt to make sense of the adventure, the journey, the labyrinth that we call life. But which to choose? Where to begin? Almost everyone tries to make sense of it all at one time or another, or others go about never even questioning it. What I have learnt, is that try as we might, we will never completely grasp this concept, life will always be incomprehensible. How can anyone justify or make sense of a little girl - who should be playing on the playground at kindergarten - squirming in a hospital bed with leukaemia? No one expects, when gulping down a cold one, that it could be the potential death of them. An up and coming singer doesn’t see the irony nor the reason for their lungs suddenly failing. How do you understand why it is that a particular person suffers from cystic fibrosis? Why them? But why anyone? Why does any of this happen? That’s just life. I, more than anyone, know that this is a pathetic and unacceptable excuse but, unfortunately, that is the plain truth. And right now, that’s all I’ve got. I wish there were more to it but I suppose life really is that simple. It took me a while to fathom this, to accept it, but all you can ever really do under any circumstance is live life, no matter what platter you are served. Life is much like the ocean. The surface is peaceful and pristine, admirable to say the least; but you will never - can never- really know what’s underneath until you take that leap, dive in and experience it for yourself. Like the ocean, as vast as it may span, you only ever get one.
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From Me, To You
Teen Fiction17-year-old Eva Kelly follows the lives and tells the stories of 4 completely different individuals who share one thing in common, her organs.
