What is death that it compulsively grabs someone by the back of his hair and tosses him into the world for him to realize that nothing is worthy of his life?
What is death that it talks someone into taking that knife in the cupboard and opens the window for him to make him see that the world won’t miss him?
What is death that it chooses the young, the talented, the honest, the good and the ones who have so much to offer to humanity?
It was Albus Dumbledore who said that “Death is another great adventure.”
But the death of the young ones, and even the good ones, crushes one’s heart like a bitter child crumpling his piece of artwork, in this case one’s heart is the artwork, because he finds it too bad for his taste. Through this pain, it makes one think what’s more there is to life than waking and wandering through the dark nights.
Heath Ledger (The Dark Knight). Brad Renfro (The Client). Jesse Robredo (Leader). And now Cory Monteith.
Life is indeed, very very short. So short that anyone could die anytime.
Death is like a thief in the night.
No regrets, Kiddo. No regrets.