When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (2011)

I feel like everyone has spent a sleepless night scrolling through Buzzfeed, taking quizzes, watching videos, and reading lists.  One of these was Michelle Regna’s “28 Profoundly Beautiful Quotes About Life and Death,” a compilation of community suggested quotes.


I noticed that the quotes Regna chose shared a similar theme – finding peace after death because death is but a step in life’s journey.  I have a problem with that because we don’t need to define death in such a way; we try to make sense of death in a positive way, so as to feel better about our mortality.  For some reason, humans have trouble reconciling with the fact that their time on earth is finite, when we get so frustrated at times and irrational numbers that have no finite solution.


Why do we waste so much time thinking about our inevitable end when living’s already stressful?  Why should we put more stress on ourselves thinking about how it’ll all end?  Maybe it’s because of my age or because of my proactive personality, but I don’t understand why we’re so obsessed with thinking about death.

For example, when a person dies, we generally attend their funeral.  At their funeral, we always talk about how much we will miss them, how much they impacted our lives, etc.  Rarely do people talk about the deceased feelings because funerals have become perverted to a competition to see who loved the deceased the most.  Whoever has the largest funeral is almost like the winner of that disgusting competition.


In a way, we don’t have our priorities straight.  We have a tunnel vision towards the end of the tunnel, a door that signifies death, and past it, a continuation of our supposed journey.  However, to reach that door, we have to walk towards it first.  We all seem to forget that fact; we’re so occupied about the life after death.

I know that I’m young and unexperienced in many things that one experiences in life, but I do know that living’s stressful, and thinking about death is just as stressful, so do yourself a favor and just think about what you need to do at this moment.


As seen in my other late night musings, I’m no stranger to stress.  I get stressed out when I’m not stressed over something because my brain thinks that something isn’t right.  I’m not trying to say that you should all live anally like me, but we’re young.  We should be focused on realizing our dreams, and if you don’t have one, go out in the world and find something that ignites you.  Don’t rest until you find something that gets you going because nothing’s worse than thinking about death than to waste your time just sitting down and regretting about the things that could have been.


I know that this may sound all over the place, but I hope there’s some semblance to a motivational speech.  Carpe diem and blah blah blah because there’s seven billion people on earth, and we should all have the chance to have our fifteen minutes of fame (hopefully the good kind of fame).  Also, this is scheduled for a Monday posting, which may seem a bit odd because I’m starting off the week serious, but we’ll be fine.  Sometimes we all need a dose of reality, right?


the girl who is too busy about living to think about death

IMAGE CREDIT: Mind Over Food