fragility of life
Every now and then, as a grown up youth, witnessing uneasy situations in this world, as if you've been prepared after years for events as such, just crushes you from within. With occurence increasing in folds as we march towards our own grave, it is factually inevitable we shall say, and that most of us do have an expectations-mechanism laid in place. Such that when elders passed away, the loss is often minimal.
So death has lost its exclusivity when you've approached that golden age. There is a social expectation that when you're old, you've somewhat done with the journey. I am not cursing anyone to lay rest in a coffin, but would like to reiterate that the gravity on the fragility of life does not converge on the aged people instead this fragility covers all unexpected, unorthodox and shocking death that brings anguish at its fullest impact. i.e, terrorism - although it has been losing its vigor due to overusage.
With the emergence of superbugs that are virtually immortal to our pathetic line of cocktailed antiviral drugs, which are light years away from 'sufficient', we're now lambasted with genetic mutations, not the Fantastic Four yet though. Probably when our genetics see us fighting against our own species, they too, went sadistic and commit atrocities in the system.
It is absurdly shocking to find out that my friend, a senior who is merely a year elder than me, has contracted the disease simply known as SLE(Systematic Lupus Erythematosus.) While the medical term of it sounds pretty 'systematic' and non-fatal, it turned out to be hellspawn. There are 1.5 million ppl in the US who are suffering from this with 90% of them are females. Well, I hate statistics. Let's get to the facts.
The origin of the disease is not known till today. Reason of contracting is still not known and worst thing is that there's no way of treating it. An excerpt from the SLE Foundation in NY wrote this, "Just twenty years ago, only 40 percent of people with lupus were expected to live more than three years following diagnosis. Now with earlier diagnosis, the latest therapies and careful monitoring, most people with lupus can look forward to a normal lifespan."
I don't feel hopeful after reading it.
I used to be pretty ignorant about these issues. I might be aware of their terms, but usually I'll just brush it off as 'another human fate.' Until people close to me actually got diagnosed with it, I felt the dying need to be aware. It might not have a cure, life will never be the same, everyday is a day of anticipating, but nevertheless, I savored this elixir of life from my senior's life, which is cherish those around you, bring more smiles and live each day to the fullest until you're laid to rest.
p/s: My senior is still very much alive and is still attending lectures with me. Do not make assumption that she's dead. Instead, pray. If you do not trust divine interventions, it's okay. Donate money for research works. Money is trustable to all, I suppose.
So death has lost its exclusivity when you've approached that golden age. There is a social expectation that when you're old, you've somewhat done with the journey. I am not cursing anyone to lay rest in a coffin, but would like to reiterate that the gravity on the fragility of life does not converge on the aged people instead this fragility covers all unexpected, unorthodox and shocking death that brings anguish at its fullest impact. i.e, terrorism - although it has been losing its vigor due to overusage.
With the emergence of superbugs that are virtually immortal to our pathetic line of cocktailed antiviral drugs, which are light years away from 'sufficient', we're now lambasted with genetic mutations, not the Fantastic Four yet though. Probably when our genetics see us fighting against our own species, they too, went sadistic and commit atrocities in the system.
It is absurdly shocking to find out that my friend, a senior who is merely a year elder than me, has contracted the disease simply known as SLE(Systematic Lupus Erythematosus.) While the medical term of it sounds pretty 'systematic' and non-fatal, it turned out to be hellspawn. There are 1.5 million ppl in the US who are suffering from this with 90% of them are females. Well, I hate statistics. Let's get to the facts.
The origin of the disease is not known till today. Reason of contracting is still not known and worst thing is that there's no way of treating it. An excerpt from the SLE Foundation in NY wrote this, "Just twenty years ago, only 40 percent of people with lupus were expected to live more than three years following diagnosis. Now with earlier diagnosis, the latest therapies and careful monitoring, most people with lupus can look forward to a normal lifespan."
I don't feel hopeful after reading it.
I used to be pretty ignorant about these issues. I might be aware of their terms, but usually I'll just brush it off as 'another human fate.' Until people close to me actually got diagnosed with it, I felt the dying need to be aware. It might not have a cure, life will never be the same, everyday is a day of anticipating, but nevertheless, I savored this elixir of life from my senior's life, which is cherish those around you, bring more smiles and live each day to the fullest until you're laid to rest.
p/s: My senior is still very much alive and is still attending lectures with me. Do not make assumption that she's dead. Instead, pray. If you do not trust divine interventions, it's okay. Donate money for research works. Money is trustable to all, I suppose.
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