andiecrafts

I have always considered mysel to be unafraid of death. To explain this further, I shall refer to situations wherein I have even nearly brought death upon myself. Death is a thing most natural, for after all, we all die in the end. Sometimes, it seems as if dying was the only thing I have ever lived for.

But the lack of fear was mainly caused by the ignorance with which I have managed to ignore in unacceptable ways. Menchie’s father just passed away, and I remember Ken telling me that Rob’s father has just passed away too. With these situations, I have come to realize that death is the worst and stealthiest of all thieves, and at the same time, a freedom hero. Death has never scared me before because I have only looked at it where it is knocking at my door, not as a thief, but as a hero: MY hero. Knowing that it is just as good as a theif as it is a hero, it has finally dawned on me that it could take away the lives of those whom I love most. The realization of this fear confirmed things, quite good in nature, about me, which I never thought I had. One of which is the disproved supposition that I am not capable of loving. The twist that has finally attached itself to this supposition is that I am capable of loving, much more than I thought I could. It is just that I am not yet that capable of showing it.