Life`s biggest enemy

There is no doubt we feel that the amount of enemies we have is endless, no matter what shape they take: wars, sicknesses, financial instability, but if we think about the concept of life itself, the raw essence of existence, the complete opposite - its biggest enemy takes the shape of a four-letter word: death.

Here is the thing, when losing someone you love to death, you don't really get over it. Actually, you don't get over anything, ever. Every single thing, person, moment you ever experienced in you life is engraved in your past, molding the present person, it is not something you can erase, ignore or get over. It simply exists and stays with you. You can actively deny it, but this doesn't make it any less real. Imagine it like a plate of food - weather you decide to eat it or no doesn't make it more or less real, it still exists, the only thing that you can do is decide weather to ingest it - accept it, or to refuse it. Nothing fades away. Yes indeed, time heals, but wounds always leave scars. You don't forget or get over, you simply learn to live with it.

When faced with loss, I hear often from their loved ones phrases like "No one will ever be able to replace them" which is true, but not in the way they think. People are not meant to be replaced. Our heart doesn't have a limit to the amount of people that we allow to built themselves a little house in there. Loving someone new doesn't mean replacing, it's just loving one more person.

We are so scared of death because it is a concept we can't understand, we can't even begin to imagine what is the meaning behind it. We tried to give it answers through studies and religion and theories, because we are terrified of the fact that we, in truth, do not have the slightest idea what happens after death. We do not want to imagine that it is just nothing, because nothingness, just like eternity, is a concept way to broad and unreachable for the human mind. So instead we run away, terrified by it, and we forget the simple fact that death is the only certainty of life.

When born, we are not guaranteed anything: we are not promised love, luck, health, anything. We just live with the heavy knowledge that one day death will come for us. It is weird indeed, because certainty often brings us comfort, but ironically, even though the only certainty is that we'll die one day, we do not ever find the thought of dying comforting. It just scares us, so we make of it our biggest enemy.