posted on 21.11.10
It amazes me how insignificant most of our lives are and how easily they can be ended.
You see a news story and hear of so many deaths. A family of five killed by a car accident. Ten people in a community dead by the grips of a fire. So many deaths occur at all times. To most they’re just a number, just the usual. I know most people aren’t heartless, and it makes them feel something, but how can you really care about someone you know nothing about? Still, I always wonder if they woke up thinking it was going to be a normal day, not knowing that they would soon meet their end. If they were worrying about some silly thing, or even planning on telling someone they loved them. Or maybe just going to pick up some groceries. It unnerves me to think that their lives could be ended so abruptly, without any warning. And it’s not like the world stops to mourn them, it just goes on, while those that were close to the deceased are left to cope on their own. They’re just a name in a tragedy, one that not many people will hear of, and of those that do, will soon forget.
Every life is a story and important, but only to the one living it and those of the lives they have affected. Real life isn’t like a novel. Not everything is interesting or significant. Things don’t have to flow or make sense. And I think worst of all, loose ends don’t need to be tied up; you’re constantly left hanging.