When I was ten years old, I was as carefree and as pretentious as any child could be. I thought I could take on the world and had the need to prove that I knew and could overcome everything.
There’s a certain innocence in being a child—as children, we don’t think about the possibility of death, nor do we realize how small our existence is in comparison to the whole of the universe. Today, many people regard death as something to be afraid of, even if they don’t exactly know what happens when someone dies—whether it’s afterlife or judgement day, all we have are speculations. Some people also think of death as ugly, grotesque, or tragic, and although this is true, I had an experience which allowed me to see a different perspective of death—that amidst the brokenness of things, there is something beautiful, poetic, and light about it. Without the prospect of death, I don’t think we could appreciate life as much as we do now. Continue reading “First Pitch: memories under water are strange”