of lies and misfits

The Inevitable

What is it with death that scares us so much? Is it the darkness? Is it the permanent end? The people we leave behind? The memories? Are we afraid we won't be able to do the things we love anymore? Are we scared we won't be able to feel? What is it about this natural phenomena that makes people still so scared despite it being a constant thing?

I don't think we're never really scared of disappearing from this world. I think people are more engrossed with the thought of life so much that an inevitable thing like death seems the scariest part. I think the human mind just works that way; we like our lives so much but only to the extent of breathing, not actually living. You see, life is a process we cannot control. We were born to have our own set of ideologies to use to face whatever it is that we collaboratively create with other life forms. What makes it special, though, is that we hold on to the scenery, the memory, the masterpieces we encounter. We get attached to sensory variables called feelings (or emotions) and use that to create more works with the other life forms we've chosen. Selectively, these sensory variables don't always come with the right amount and if you're lucky enough, you'll face life with if not a lot, just enough positive feelings which can dictate your response towards death. On the other hand, an immense amount of negative emotions can conquer your life which also says something about the amount of acceptance you have for death.

I actually don't know if it's much scarier to face the death of our own or if it seems more terrifying to witness the death of the people we care about. Regardless, a sensory variable will always be present: pain. Pain comes in a lot of forms. It might come with regret, sadness, anger, or maybe even a series of why's. It's a natural response to things or events we didn't want or expect but could not handle. I think it's a thing that's always there. I think it never disappears. It exists in every form, maybe a reminder, or a memory, an object, or maybe another life form.

Are we scared we were going to be left alone? Are we scared we weren't able to fulfil whatever it is that we had to? Are we terrified of leaving a mistake? Are we disappearing with a regret? What really is it that makes us fear death so much? It's quite ironic to be able to understand its context very well but still feeling the avoidance of the subject.

If I were to be asked, as selfish as it sounds, I'd prefer to face my own death over the idea of watching the people I love give in to this inevitable thing. Escaping the pain is much easier when it is you that's numb. However, I think it comes with consequences. The pain you feel with your own death (leaving things and other life forms you care about for good) won't be something that's better than the pain you feel when you are left. It is still pain; it still breaks the soul, crushes the heart, murders the mind. Whoever leaves for death will also leave pain behind.

It's also quite ironic that some people embrace death so much while others avoid the idea of it. Suicide is a thing that exists, which, no matter how inevitable death is, is something that should cease. If there is something to negate death, it is the fact that it should not be something inflicted and dictated by the negative sensory variables that exist.

Regardless of the many viewpoints towards the subject, I think it's about time we learn to stop denying the inevitability of death. I think it's just right to be scared as no one actually has an idea of what happens after the last breath, but I also think we should stop avoiding it. We could prevent, a temporary solution to it, because as permanent as it is, we can never really win over it. Fear is a constant thing but it can never really fight the inevitable.