The story of Life and Death
The moments where Life meets Death can either be the happiest, or the saddest. A new life, versus a fresh death. What then, is the difference when the two are essentially the same?
Death used to be nothing. It was a void. No meaning. Strange to think about, I know. But it was neither good nor bad. There was no pain of existence. It just was.
Then came Life. Sweet bubbly Life. Think green grass, bright blue skies, and oh so much hope. New life was symbolic of innocence and hope. Everyone likes hope right? It would be common sense to assume then, that Life was a precious existence. A deity to be adored and cherished.
Death was the opposite. Dark and dull and mysterious. A concept that eluded the rational mind. A rational being would fear Death. It was horrible and gruesome or sad and terrifying. No one knew very much about Death. Only that it was silent and inevitable. For Death and time were intertwined, as they would be for the rest of existence.
But it is often that people forget that Death is what gives Life meaning, and it is even more true vice versa. Death used to be nothing, such as life was nothing. Once more, Life could be just as dark as Death. Life can be purple bruises, grey skies, mind-numbing hatred. And, at times, Death can be such a relief. A warm soft hug at the end of an exhausting day. Death is only the object of fear if the mind wills it so.
For Death is the beginning, as well as the ending. Death is everlasting and infinite. From it, springs life, just as all Life will eventually return to Death. Just as we wake from our beds in the morning only to return at night, the same goes for Death.
Life can be deceiving, whereas Death tells no lies.
Life and Death often meet. Despite being polar opposites, their pull towards each other was strong and right. Life and Death would embrace, hearts pounding, love blooming.
Life would tell stories. Long, unpredictable stories, with countless twists and turns. Death would listen, completely enthralled. He couldn't help it. Life was just so interesting. Her every word captivated him, his mind hungered for more.
And so Life would sit and talk, whilst Death would sit and listen. That was the way it had always been, and it would likely always be.
One day, Life and Death will reunite and return to what they once were. Nothing.
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