The inevitable

Shreya - Marietta, Georgia
Entered on October 17, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: death
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Death. Yes, it is sad. Yes, it is terrible. Yes, death is unavoidable. Everything born, living, breathing, enjoying and embracing the few drop s of life that they have left will die, one day or another. Useless is the prospect of prolonging life and holding back nature with a sense of victory over time and infinity because, whether we like it or not, it will come.

Nothing lasts forever. Not you, not I, not this world we live in. Nothing will stand the test of time. Even time, one day, will end leaving a void, a hiatus of nothingness. Everything returns to its original state. Before, there was a black yawning void, and it will return to a black yawning void. At one time, I was not alive and at one time, I will not be alive, I must learn to embrace leaving like I embraced coming. If I am born, I must die and everything created must end. Nothing passes into the realm of forever. I was allotted a time to do as much as I could and I will not spend it searching for some useless elixir or ambrosia because if that is all I can do in the time given to me, I doubt I can do better even if I have all of infinity at hand.

My grandmother is one of the strongest people I know. She has faced death, sadness, and a highly man dominated society with a sense of confidence and power that can be attributed only to a hero. She stands like a lioness with her head held high, shoulders squared, hands on hips, and an army of thirteen loyal children standing behind her ready to face whatever life tosses in her way. When my grandfather died of Alzheimer’s, my grandmother did not mourn his death with sadness. Instead of the lament of the swansong, she cried of like an eagle, embracing the fact that this was necessary for life to go on. Instead of having condolences made to her, she solaced others not as strong as her. She stood up to death in a way that I idolize.

She showed me that death is nothing to fear. It is a path everyone is on since the day they were born. There’s no getting off that path. Yes, you can walk down the path like a dog with its tail between its legs or like a lion, roaring with pride.