VERYONE MEETS DEATH TWICE. THE FIRST TIME IS THE BEGINNING OF LIFE, AND THE LAST IS THE END. DEATH IS PRIVELEDGED, OR PERHAPS CURSED, TO SEE EVERYONE, IN A GRAND CIRCLE THAT ENTAILS THEIR LIVES. SHE IS THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL, SHE IS THE GUIDE WHO MAKES SURE YOU ARE NOT ALONE WHEN YOU DIE. ONCE, A LONG TIME AGO, SHE WAS NOT ALWAYS AS COMPASSIONATE AS SHE IS NOW. SHE HATED HER JOB, HATED THE FEAR THAT PEOPLE GREETED HER WITH. THEN SHE BECAME ONE OF THOSE THAT SHE TAKES, JUST FOR A DAY. AND WHEN SHE MET HERSELF, SHE GAVE HERSELF A GOOD TALKING-TO, AND CHANGED HER ENTIRE ATTITUDE. SHE HAS LEARNED TO LOOK UPON HER JOB NOT AS A CURSE, BUT AS A BLESSING. EVERY HUNDRED YEARS SHE BECOMES MORTAL FOR A SINGLE DAY, TO REMIND HERSELF OF THE WORTH OF HER JOB, SO SHE NEVER AGAIN BECOMES COLD AND HARD. SHE IS THE MEASURE OF THE WORTH OF A LIFE, FOR WITHOUT AN ENDING, THERE IS NO REAL WORTH. SHE IS THERE FOR PEOPLE WHEN THEY TAKE THEIR JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN. SHE IS A FRIENDLY FACE ON THE OTHER SIDE, SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT THOSE SHE TAKES. DEATH IS NOW NOT SUCH A HORRIBLE FIGURE. IN FACT, ANYONE WHO MEETS DEATH, LOVES HER INSTANTLY, AND IN RETURN, SHE LOVES THEM BACK. SHE KNOWS THAT NO ONE IS TRUELY BAD ON THE INSIDE, THAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF LIFE ARE WHAT MAKE US WHO WE ARE. AND SHE LOVES US FOR IT ANYWAY.

Meet my Death