The thing is, death is all around us. Living things die everyday, big or small. Our skin cells die everyday, turning into dust, which we eventually clean and throw away, or is just accumulates and is forgotten and ignored. Our hair and nails are made up of dead cells. We style our hair and paint our nails, making it look pretty and presentable, masking the death that had to occur in order to allow this beautiful thing to take form.
When we speak, when we breathe, when we touch, a minuscule death occurs. Its whether we choose to acknowledge it…or how significant the death is. Its whether the death is just a tiny dent, or whether it crushes all together. Its whether the sorrow is felt for a day or two, or if sorrow seems like paradise next to a heart that is squeezed and torn apart almost every minute of the day.
Have you felt that sorrow? You know, the kind where you think you’re having a heart attack because your body forces your heart to beat faster to keep you going while your heart is trying to give up. Your lungs feel like they’ve collapsed because the muscles that are used to breathe forget to function and your throat muscles contract. Your skeleton feels like jelly, because it feels like it has lost a rigid and strong support system. Slowly, your body looses energy and strength and you’re left lying shivering in the corner of your bed, under the covers. Crying has ceased to help any more because the hurt from the loss is like the sea compared to a few tear drops.
Well, let me let you in on a secret; death is not the only time you feel that way. Its also when you lose someone so close to you. Because that’s when your soul splits in half, and one half of your soul dies within you.
