It’s crazy how flimsy a life is. It will be there, solid to the touch, but then it can also disappear in a blink of an eye. We try not to think of death because if we did, we would forget to live. It’s our body’s defense mechanism that keeps our feelings intact.
Sometimes the topic of death becomes unavoidable, like when one of your classmates has passed away. Someone you used to see every day. You might not have even been close to them, but it suddenly feels like there is something missing in your life. You’re suddenly thinking about how it could have been you or one of your friends. People you care about could be mourning you or you could be mourning someone who you could never get back. The family of the classmate is having to go through this. I find myself crying just thinking about it.
A girl who never got to graduate or choose what career she wanted to pursue. She could have made great things happen in the world, but we will never know because she will be six feet under instead. A doctor, a writer, a fashion designer, maybe even the first female president. Who knows? The world was her oyster and she was the pearl. Now the oyster has shut the pearl up inside of it, never to be seen again.