8 days to the end. I was reading some online news and there was a heavily reported news about a war between two countries. Thousands of anonymous civilians had died in the war. Thousands had been sacrificed, yet the war would never come to an end.
Moving my attention to the fierce debate on social media, many people were ranting on the gun rampage that took place in a high school recently. They were mostly lambasting the gunman, but very few had paid attention to those who deceased in the incident.
Flipping the newspaper, I paused at a news reporting a young man who jumped down from the highest floor of his company building due to chronic depression that he had been suffering. It was reported that his colleagues did not know much about him personally as he was a rather reserved person.
Then, I tried to check the obituary section. There were faces that I did not recognize but I insisted to go through each of them till the final one. I began to realize how easily we could disregard the death of others. Perhaps I would have also overlooked this matter if I was not dying soon.
I wonder, would my death ever mean something to others…?