I now understand more or less about life and death of a human. Though I think it is still unclear whether it’s a correct decision for me to subscribe to medicine, it is nevertheless enlightening to know how our own body evolved from a simple form such a cell to a more complicated one.
Early this year we have been exposed to a new subject called Thanatology which derived from the Greek language, Thanatos which means the personification of death. It’s a study of death among human beings and it describes bodily changes that accompany death and the after-death period.
Studying about this giant makes me feels small. Not only do they make me realized that human is so fragile that almost everything can cause death even our own body, they had given thought to many other things which I have yet to think independently. They also had provided me with a thought that if it’s our time to die, we can’t escape it no matter how hard we try and vice versa.
It’s nothing less than shocking to me when I began to comprehend the gravity of this idea. It makes me think of my own death and my love one’s. I admit that I was so busy trying to breathe in this world that the ferociously idea of death didn’t really crash down on me before this.
I still remember when I was a little kid there was someone in my neighbourhood who died when he was in deep sleep. Since that day, as naïve as I was, struggling to understand that at the moment, I refused to sleep, afraid that if I fell into a sleep I might die like the old man and I think it was that time that I started to learn how to have a night without a sleep.