“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
But to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain,
But for the heart to conquer it.”
― Rabindranath Tagore
Do you know how it feels to die? I do.
Death isn’t that moment when your lungs take their last breath, your brain ceases to function or your heart beats a final pulse, propelling blood through your arteries one last time. That just marks the end of the perpetual suffering life inflicts on us mentally, physically and emotionally.
No. Death befalls us long before. Death is when you give up on life, you no longer care, you feel so empty that living is too much to bear and existing seems futile.
I walk through the poppy field, under the blanket of the moonless night sky. The ominous call of the ravens perched, unmoving on a scarecrow in the very centre of the sea of blood, rings in the otherwise silent and still air. I knew I was walking into His trap, just like He wanted me to. It was as if the foreboding of danger was drawing me nearer, forcing me to venture onwards regardless of the impending doom.
Yes, I know it’s trap. So why don’t I turn around and run away as fast and far as I can? Why am I not scared?
I guess I’m already dead.
YOU ARE READING
Destined to Die
Fantasy"Do you know how it feels do die? I do." Ava Diaz was born to die. What would you do if you started having dream depicting the many different ways you could die? What if those dream where a countdown to your own demise? Ava knows how you will die, w...
