The Death of the Youngs
By: Muhammad Maaz Ullah Khan
Tags: Death And Dying, Society And Culture, Introvert, Alone, Suicide

Sometimes in life there comes a stage, At least once in a person’s life it comes, where he thinks that how the hell he got into this… How the hell the things went too difficult, how the two hearts so close are now miles apart, how life became so complicated. And yet we being some standard human beings comprising of hearts that only pump blood and brains that just can calculate some events going around that are calculable, but eventually life isn’t that calculable. We have some definite breaths stored in our luck that would be definitely breathed for someone and yet we won’t be able to anything, NO matter how much it would hurts us, no matter how much it would be difficult for us but we would be giving them definite sets of breaths from our lungs because we were destined to do so and hence the luck will always favor in the person who didn’t even cared to count the breaths even if they were your last.

Thorough out our journeys, three distinct principles have always mixed, love and war, affections and attentions, money and lust, and the confusion between these distinct principles will lead to the same questionable stage that had been discussed earlier.

Life had always been complicated and always will be. We nowadays would be fighting for love as if it had always been about the war, we nowadays have been searching our affections in the venomous attentions of others. Obviously, we also have forgotten about the different ways that money has touched the relationships and all that was left was lust, that will keep your partner roaming around other possible options rather than just keep himself/herself to you.

We being human do the things that we being simple humans were destined to do, Mistakes. Genuinely after every mistake when we track back our history, we find ourselves entrapped in such a BOX, in a dark, humid box full of agony and pain, ripping our daily breaths off one by one. We are somehow forced by ourselves to make that mistake because we have made that mistake the only WAY to flee out of the BOX. We had been destined to crush ourselves to our worst version just to get ourselves out of the box and there is where we commit out mistake. We change ourselves, we change just to see if we could get out of that heart wrenching box. Sometimes, we do get out of our box of insecurities just so that we could be accepted, not by the society rather than, by the person that was started to feel the new home.

Every story has two sides, while considering the upper situation, for some it might be a drive around the road, stating that they get chosen and have a new home, and On the worst case scenario some just repent on each breath that why the hell did they change, why did they changed themselves just for that one person that felt like home? Maybe the answer was in their question and yet they have actually changed so much of themselves that their old box doesn’t accept them and now we are stranded in the hands of this society to whom we were never open too. We being humble give our everything, literally promise every single breath to just one home just so that they might feel safe with us and accept us. But in return we are on the verge of self destruction where that home won’t accept us, because we didn’t changed enough, we didn’t removed our insecurities enough to the liking of our new home and hence we are out casted and destroyed by the hands that were delicate than the petals of a black rose but now is a tight loop of rope through which we have to hang ourselves.

Before you start on reading on my side of the story always remember, there are two types of persons in the world, one who would change for their home, and the others are the one who will change us while showing the dream of home. In the end misery awaits both, because the person that truly loved once won’t love again, and the person who was wrongly loved would expect same remarks from the society which he/she will never receive again out of a pure heart.

When we see at these people belonging to the other side, they smile but aren’t happy, their hearts beat but doesn’t pump blood, they breath but aren’t alive, You don’t need to kill a guy from other side of this story, he has already lost the courage to face the fact called LIFE.