This student’s professor for Introduction to Philosophy required a WordPress blog, so she decided to combine all her academic blogs in one account. Sorry for the inconvenience.
This student’s professor for Introduction to Philosophy required a WordPress blog, so she decided to combine all her academic blogs in one account. Sorry for the inconvenience.
“Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.”
- Iliad, Homer
There are so many things a person can experience through out the span of his lifetime, that bucket lists are created to succeed in reaching something close to nirvana on Earth. Only then does a person realize that life is too short to see everything. Only then, too, does a person realize that he is aware of his own death. But how long does it take for an average person to accept his own death?
Should he cry about it? Should he think about it some more? Should he bring it up in a conversation? Is it right to talk about death, really? Is it right to talk about God and death in one conversation? If ever every single person on this planet was built to never shed a single tear for someone’s passing, would it be just a conversational topic to kill time?
It is no wonder that I myself find it difficult to accept death as of the moment; I don’t understand it, that I now ask myself, “How do I understand it?” When a loved one passes on, do I put my faith in this person’s complete relief from the unbearable pain or suffering he or she has gone through? Or do I reject the feeling and ask aloud, “Was it worth it? She could have seen so much more if she lived longer,”?
What would life be like if when you could drive off a cliff and crash into solid earth, you can do so in complete confidence that you can just step out of the car and laugh about it with your friends back in a coffee shop? Or what if we see a figure called Death roaming on the paths of the Earth, and if we simply want to step into the void and give up, we can just ask him to take us away?
The poem has created such a great effect on people, that it is very understandable as to why they find this literary work moving and impressive. Game Over with life is not the same as Game Over a person gets from a video game. You can never restart, replay nor go back to break the chain of regret that wraps itself around the conscience. Instead of three lives, I am given one life. Although, if I were to be told that life was just a trap created by death, I would gladly say that life is probably the best risk I have ever taken.
