Human life is like a long-term illness that cannot be cured.
“Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.”
(Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades)
A disease that at times calms down and brings happiness, makes you giggle and smile, but sometimes begins to progress too quickly, becoming a cause of anxiety, fear, depression, confusing the person’s mind, burning their hopes and dreams, making them experience an identity crisis, self-loss.
Life, the illness that cannot be cured..scary? No. The scariest thing is that we ourselves shorten our life.. we ourselves forget how or lose the wish to cherish and enjoy it..