It's impossible to understand the logic behind life and death. When I was a child, I was happy. I enjoyed life, I learned new things everyday, I was curious: but now when I've grown up and know everything, I feel the burden of living. I'm not complaining about problems of life, what I can't understand is'death'. I'm not against it, but it should come at a right time. Generally it happens that those people who love life and want to live longer die soon, and those who want to die early, get a long, painful life. And the worst kind of death is: untimely death, when someone dies at a very young age! Because one death affect many people: family members and close friends. Why this happens?
If only God could come to earth from heaven, and meet me someday I would have asked this question. Nobody can explain the mystery of death. The bitter truth is: we don't have any control over it. So I think we just have to accept it and move on; which, by the way, is a very difficult task. But other than doing this, what else we can do? Any suggestions?
