I used to think death is the end

I used to think death is the end. And life consist of only beginning and end. Deep down, we all think that way.

People don't give much thought about that until someone passes away. And that's when you realize how non-discriminatory and inevitable it is...and how mortal we are. Fear and emptiness is the aftermath. That's what we only know about death. However we deny it, we hate the idea.

For those who have lost someone, is it rightfully just to have someone as scapegoat? There is no means to comfort them, so let them have the moment. Because maybe, just maybe, that's the only way to feel better. People may not understand where you're coming from but for a one fleeting moment, you think it's the best way to go on...no matter how cruel it may seem.

How can you see hope in death?

No matter how you struggle to continue, memories creep in your mind and overpower your thoughts... Memories maybe old, yet they are powerful.


Only when you can accept death, you know how to live...