It's extremely scary to think how quickly life can be snatched from us. (Morbid opening sentence, sure, but this is going to be a pretty morbid post.)
One reason I love Bio is we learn about how amazing the human body is, how intricate its functions; however, we also learn about how fragile it can be. Deprive your brain of oxygen for a few minutes, and it dies (so does the rest of your body, a little after). Mess up the ATP production in your cells, and you die. Lose a significant amount of blood, and you die. I don't want to be encouraging suicidal people here or anything, but there are numerous ways you can die, and not all of them are hard.
Recently, Sabrina Yeap, founder of Furry Friends Farm, passed away from leukaemia. Leukaemia is cancer of the blood. It's usually characterised by an abnormally high white blood cell count, which was what her blood test results showed when they came out. She slipped into a coma soon after, and was gone the very next day. Just. Like. That.
A few hours ago, I found out that an ex-college mate had passed away. The word is she drowned in Tioman. Now, this just...threw me. We were the same age. We went to the same college. We were waiting for the same results. Now, I'm breathing and she's not. I just cannot compute.
I think most of us think of death as something dark and dirty, and we want to have as little to do with it as possible. When things like these happen, however, it forcibly reminds us that death is a thing, death happens...and it could happen at any given time.
There's a part in Norwegian Wood, a book by Haruki Murakami, that says something like life and death are not separate, but instead death exists as a part of life. I didn't want to buy it at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I found myself agreeing. If you think of life and death as whole concepts that concern everybody as opposed to a beginning and end that concern an individual, then, yes, they co-exist. I'm finding it hard to apply that here, though; when death happens to someone you know, all you see is the stark contrast between life and death, and it's impossible to imagine them co-existing.
I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. It's half past three in the morning, my brain is buzzing, and I am rambling here to try and make sense of my thoughts. I'm tired. It's cold tonight, and I feel very small and very alone. More and more, I'm coming to realise that the only true constant in life is God. At least that's something, I guess. It should be more than enough.
Sigh. There's nothing like death to remind us how mortal we are.