IT HAUNTS and it leaves us hollow. It’s mischievous and capricious. Death is a trickster.
The sudden loss of a loved one propels all these questions. Questions which we don’t have satisfactory answers to, just fragments of conciliatory thoughts and self-made reasons to hopefully appease our grieving souls.
Fate had always been unpredictable, and often cruel. Death, though inevitable, is a phenomenon which we don’t unhesitatingly yield to. And it’s especially difficult when it strikes the young and healthy. We have somehow ascribed death to favor only the aged and the weak. But death, being the trickster that is, unfortunately doesn’t play with rules. Much as we like to roundhouse kick death’s sinister face and tell it to come back when we’re ready, things are just not played out like that. When it’s one’s time, it will be his or her time, no matter how heart-wrenching this is for us.
The sudden loss of a loved one propels all these questions. Questions which we don’t have satisfactory answers to, just fragments of conciliatory thoughts and self-made reasons to hopefully appease our grieving souls.
Fate had always been unpredictable, and often cruel. Death, though inevitable, is a phenomenon which we don’t unhesitatingly yield to. And it’s especially difficult when it strikes the young and healthy. We have somehow ascribed death to favor only the aged and the weak. But death, being the trickster that is, unfortunately doesn’t play with rules. Much as we like to roundhouse kick death’s sinister face and tell it to come back when we’re ready, things are just not played out like that. When it’s one’s time, it will be his or her time, no matter how heart-wrenching this is for us.