Death

Death can sometimes be so near... You might not notice it because it creeps up on you, brushes you, breathes silently as you go, unaware and unprepared, along the life you lead. Death is always seen as a dark thing. A shadow, looming over, engulfing all the light. Death does not need to know your name, your age, or your status. It does not care.

Death holds a grip on you and might not let go. If you are strong enough, you would be able to throw it off. But what if you are old and graying? Would you have the strength to fight? And under that, you are undergoing chemotheraphy. Purgatory on earth. Would you still be strong?

Death is looming over... it could be your loved one, could be your enemy, or it could be you.

Is death actually worth fearing?