Written By: Candy Tai
Life: a concept that still remains elusive to a child’s mind in their early ages. Childhood memories all encrypted deep in an object that was once so fond to them, yet sits lonesomely in the corner neglected as the child realises what life is. Birth forms from a root, blossoming like flowers in Spring. It sought the mysterious beginnings of life with nothing but golden rays from the warmth of sunlight.
A spring breeze steals away a golden petal from the flower, which bids farewell to its home before this memory transcends into a familiar strangeness. The spring wind soon turns into a warm summer breeze before winter’s melancholic colours spurt onto earth. The golden wisp felt a strange comfort whenever it danced to the rhythm of the wind. The wind that continuously passes and swipes the petal off its feet after being dropped onto the surface of mother nature. Sometimes the petal was picked up by a crisp autumn breeze that showed how the earth looked when it was sheathed with maroon, before it descended onto a ground embraced by nothingness. Yet it eventually faces its unbearable fate. The way the edges of the petal blacken as it wilt as it approaches its end, the tainted colour of death creeps into its veins until it completely dries up lifelessly and gets discarded as a menace to what ‘beauty’ is.
Death is not the opposite of life; it is merely the consequence of it. Death remains as a mystique most people fail to decipher; the immense fear the name holds, the dreaded epilogue that living forms are all destined to meet. If we know the theory behind the turning cogs that produce ‘death’, then it would lose its magic. Life and death are both held by the value of time, as it sits only temporarily before it slips out of our grasp. If anything contradicts life, it would be ‘eternity’.
The birth of a human being stems from the endless timeline of repeated beginnings and closure. Birth can be a symbolism of death, as being born means death’s door awaits at the end. And dying, could very well mean being born, for the chances of a new life just merely flickering above you.
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