We all often say that age is just a number but when we learn of someone's death, we instantaneously ask the question how old the person was?
And if the answer is beyond 80 years, we happily say 'oh they lived their lives. It was time to pass on.' Why do we easily connect death with age while to live we refer to it as 'just a damn number'? Is it not possible that a 90-year-old may aspire to live more and is doing something meaningful for themselves? Or a 19-year-old could just be tired of life and dragged into a mental condition where death may be a relief point or they live in a conscious coma for the next decade or lifetime?
Death is an equal partner of life, another side of the coin. It should not matter how short or long we live but how well we live and how long is our fire burning or hope to spring within.
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