Last night, I received bad news. A little girl passed away at age eight. She was born with a genetic disease that causes her all her organs to slowly fail. She was blind at an early age and was confined to her bed with needles stuck in her little arms. She died when her lungs ultimately stopped functioning. Of course, it was a tough choice for her parent to take her off the ventilator and start the morphine. Death was all there was from the beginning.
A horrible news that led me wonder what was life to her. Was she ever aware of her self, as a human being, on this planet? Did she ever comprehend what was going on with her body and surroundings? Or was it like what my other friend said - was it animal instincts?
Life.
What is the point in life, if you never know your purpose.
Death.
What is the point in life, if you are going to die one day.
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