It’s so fascinating to me how romanticised young death is, dying before you’ve lived has somehow become mysterious and beautiful.
In reality it’s just painful and tragic, not in the way Shakespeare would write about but tragic in the way that it’s just an endless waste. Finding beauty in it has become a way of dealing with it but because of that it has become desirable, it’s almost now better to die young whilst you’re still beautiful and interesting and leave people grieving saying ‘they had so many memories to still create’ and the ‘how can somebody with so much life be dead’ rather then, in my opinion, the more incredible feat of living a long, fulfilling life and leave people saying ‘they created so many memories’ and ‘they lived their whole life with so much love and vibrancy’.
The worlds obsession with beauty is really driving us to these extremes. And it scares me.
