In its physicality the place tends to stretch from a familiar nowhere to a very far and ambiguous one. It’s as if all the nothingness and all the darkness is all what constitutes the actuality of everything around.

In the exuberant sleep of death, life seems but a faint shimmer of chores and work. Of the many things the dead are envied for is this, they have nothing to do. Or do we? At the time being no one has been able to find out, whether complex thoughts exist in the minds (virtual or real) of the dead. Though we do know that the brain continues to work for a specific span of time even after death, what if every brain has a similar monologue, we may never know.

The great exodus from life was indeed sudden, but the transition wasn’t a very sudden one for the victim of death as opposed to the ones around him. ‘Twas rather familiar actually, maybe it’s because as time progresses we all feel death inside of us at some point in our lives, some feel it more, others, not as much. People live long enough to start longing for the sweet release of death, I on the other hand have not completed the term sufficient enough to start longing for life, and maybe I never will because time here,just like everything, is a great, splendid, nothingness.

Perhaps death is worth it after all as opposed to living. To sacrifice the sights of all the marvellous beauties of the world that’d please your eyes temporarily for the infinite damage your soul and heart would go through in the process as you hear of the countless sufferings of millions and millions of people, in front of you, around you, beside you, everywhere. Perhaps it is better to sacrifice listening to the peaceful sonata of the ocean for the heart wrenching screams of those countless parents and children.

The optimist would agree, the pessimist however would say otherwise, the pessimist has always had a realistic approach to every aspect of life, including death, the optimist on the contrary most of the time lives in a figment, full of assumptions and has expectations from foreseen events, the optimist does not recognize the severity of death as swiftly as the pessimist. To the pessimist this severity is more familiar as he had always been trained to make the most realistic of choices and assumptions, and through this he had prepared for the final parting, as the only realistic thing about life is, without a doubt, death.

And on this tangent we clearly observe who appreciates life more.