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Who will cry when I die?


Death is seen as the ultimate move in the mortal world. This is considered as a win or a loss depends on the person. All humans beings have a knowledge of death. We all understand that we will have to leave some day. However, the inevitability does not affect us until we are sick or sad. There are so many philosophies and speculations regarding life and death. All of us are haunted by this question every time we think about death. Though we might not ask this aloud, we still wonder. Who will cry when I die? The general assumption is that our family and friends. Maybe even the people whose life we have touched. What is the real situation? The day we die, people we know would weep their eyes out. After we are cremated, the friends will sigh and go on with their lives. In a month or two, the extended family will blame it on fate or will of God and move one. Our family might miss us our little longer based on our importance and value. In a year, they will miss us but the actual grieving stops. The closest people to us will hold on our memory but will be forced to focus on their lives. In about half a decade, we will be nothing but a memory. Do we think too much about our role in the world? Do we invest too much in this life? Sometimes nothing makes sense and we question our purpose. Maybe that was the right approach all along. We expect and fail all the time. Why would we expect something in this insignificant life? Why do we get hurt and cause pain to other?  I feel that everything is a mirage. We underestimate and overestimate everything. We yearn for love and acceptance. But it feels like nothing matters. Maybe I don’t mind becoming a memory a little earlier than others. The world and the people will go on. That is the law of life.  But our pain will remain as long as we breathe. And it does not matter to anyone as we are a minute insignificant part in the entire universe.
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