For me, 2014 is the year of death. Maybe it's not really like that, but I heard at least 4 death news and 2 missing plane news in a year. Oh okay, maybe not really a year but at least this year, that's what I know. But, you know, from suicide, illness, missing planes, you name it.
*sigh*
The hardest news to hear are the first death and the last missing plane. The first death was a suicide of a boy who were attending the same university as me. I know some things about him, even I don't know him personally, but I just can't stand suicide. Suicide is selfish, because you don't even think about how it will affect people who loves you. You never think about how it will leave any scars in another people's heart. And it's not worth to do. When you regret the choice, it is too fucking late to go back. You can't go back to life, you are not a fucking cat with 9 lives. We only live once.
And then this missing plane news. I don't want to be naive, most of them won't be safe. I knew and I had this bad feeling since the missing AirAsia news popped up on tv and any medias. It's quite weird, I didn't know what's this weird feeling until SAR team confirmed that they found the bodies and plane pieces floating on the sea. I almost cry right when I see the news. It is a heartbreaking news. Most of them are acquintances of my friends and, yeah, just like that, I can't explain it since it's a sensitive yet hard to explain.
I will say that I am sorry and I'm giving my deepest condolences to all these people, especially these people's families who lost their loved ones. It's really hard to lose them, I know.
May the souls find their way home, safe and sound.
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