Thoughts in bits and pieces II- The Fault in our Stars
One of the innate and visceral human needs is the need to be remembered, to be missed, to be not-forgotten with the passage of time. Every person wishes to be remembered by at least one person after he or she ceases to exist on the earth. Fear of death is fear of the unknown, but a large part of it is the fear of being forgotten- that you once walked and talked on this land. The very thought is weirdly painful. I can vaguely imagine the pain the family of a dementia or Alzheimer's' patient goes through. Every single day having to acknowledge the fact that the person who matters so much to you, no longer recognises you. It's sad and depressing. Reading John Green's 'The Fault in our stars' is depressing too. It's excruciatingly slow tragedy- pain comes slowly- rather than coming all of a sudden and drowning you in tears, suffocating your dreams and optimism for just one day, it comes gradually, seeping into your body and mind and heart, and s...