Live to Die?

I saw this while going to college

The wind rolled away, swirling around her ecstatic face.  She kept fidgeting with the pair of earrings, marveling its beauty. She’d bought them from a lady on the train. They were for her sister though, who’d surely appreciate the non-birthday gift! With music blaring in her ears, she started making her fingers maneuver through the dust on the grills of the window, spinning the earrings along them, just to watch one fall out on the tracks. Shoulders drooping, she set the lone earring at the counter, letting it watch the tracks for its soulmate.

My friend just broke his iPhone. *sheds a tear*

Everything has a story to tell (except a cracked iPhone since it breaks simply when it falls) and I think this is because we get attached to stuff really quickly. We get fascinated by fictional people and by people we watch on TV, who exist only inside tiny cells containing electrically charged ionic gases. We’re attached to this world we know nothing about. We don’t know why we are alive, yet we’re attached to the phenomenon of existence. We’re possessive about the food we eat and the clothes we wear.

But does all of that matter? Does anything in this world actually matter? When you die, you may realise that your entire life was a dream. You may find out that life doesn’t mean anything and every person who dies just makes up another atom to add to the single cell of another life. Or maybe all of this will matter as you reminisce your existence with everyone else who is dead. If that is the case, the dead club must be overflowing with members.

We live to die. And we die, trying to live.

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)