“But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.” ― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla
The world is known to be a million years old. Maybe, I am too. Maybe, no one really dies. Maybe, death is just birth in another life. Maybe, we all come here for a defined period of time, and then we have to descend back to our lives that reside after death.
It seems as if this is not my life. I need to die first if I want to live. The cycle seems inevitable. To me, life is the greatest tragedy. For I want to die and then live, but here we are stuck with this time bound birth with no other motive but to survive. Long ago, we forgot to live and curse life for it, and yet we all are fighting for this same life.
Turning my head towards death, I realized it looked at me the same way life did. A warm welcoming look that soothed me. I want to stop and learn how life is different from death. Life took me out of somewhere to put me into a place, so does death. I want to die to realize that life, in fact, is death and death is life.
We are too busy romanticizing life and living with people. I want to die and compare the worlds I see.
For maybe after death, the world lives in me.
Tanishka Singhal
Vice President
Redstockings Literary Society
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