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Rant on Death

July 18, 2011
By AvidReader SILVER, Los Angeles, California
AvidReader SILVER, Los Angeles, California
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I don’t know what’s worse. Watching your daughter, the one you cared for and loved for half your lifetime, die right before you or gaze down from heaven and see the suffering they endure when they see the person who cared and loved them fall before them. Tragedy, with its capricious and abstruse character, works in different ways making it an iconoclast beyond understanding. It’s idiosyncrasy: Watching balefully as it tears down the limitations of the human body and laughing mercilessly as the effusive tears of their loved ones flow down in rivers, breaking the hermetic seal that blocks the egress of pent-up emotion. It’s like a slap on the cheek; you never see it coming when it just....happens. It would creep up behind, give you a sheer sense of dread, and then you’d be gone. Gone into the bastion of heaven and eternal peace with only a simple cross, containing no aesthetic qualities whatsoever, standing in your place here on Earth. Ironic, isn’t it? How is it that a simple symbol of two perpendicular lines can stand in for the deleterious disaster that washed away your life, your aspirations, and your procrastinations as an individual? How is it that people so easily forget us and whose only proof that we are no longer present is that cross in the dirt? Some people call the cross a symbol of faith, but how can it be? People died on them, imbued and mottled themselves with their own blood as they were crucified. It’s true what they say: “X” marks the spot. In this case, the mark of death.
Mr. Tragedy. What an ebullient being so filled with fatuous pride and choleric spirit. It’s enough to kill off every human being, little by little. But why no one is able to control and edify this being, we will never know. No matter how much we decry its motives and belabor on its horrible deeds, it always wins in the end and leaves us in utter lassitude.

The author's comments:
I believe in Jesus Christ. In this article, I am merely expressing in words a period of denial EVERYONE, young and old, feel once in their lifetime. But I know, my faith in God will endure through thick and thin.

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on Jul. 22 2011 at 1:08 pm
WritingGirlKyla14 PLATINUM, West Valley, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
I am a princess, all girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty or smart or young. They're still princesses, all of us." -Frances Hodgeson Burnett, A Little Princess
Live in the present, remember the past and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now." _Christopher Paolini, Eldest

Perfectly written. I love the metaphores. When reading it, you can feel pain behind it. Perfectly illustrated for the reader and written in a very beautiful and natural sounding way while still allowing the bigger, more complex words to jump in.

Perfect in every way.

I love it!

~Kyla   : )