With every birthday, every year gone by, we are all that little bit closer to death. To the inevitable end. We all lead such different lives, are such different people but that is the one thing which we all have in common. The common denominator in this fuzz which we call ‘life’. We still remain different until we reach that point. We will not all meet our end in the same way but we will all meet our end someday. Someday, we’ll find our true loves again. We will find the children we lost, the children we never got to know, the friends we let go of too soon, the people who ignored us at school, the family who hold that part of us which has been missing since they left your side.
You see, at this point where life meets death - the point which doesn’t have a specific name - nothing else matters. It didn’t matter that you failed that test or that you left the house two days in a row without make up. It’s all so trivial. All of that ‘stuff’ just melts when you reach the point on your journey where you have to make the biggest decision that you will ever make: do I continue to where there is no such thing as worry and stress and fear or do I go back? Back to what I know? Back to where they will miss me? Back to the monotony? Back to what you know?
Which do you choose?
