Why do we have to die? I was a little boy when I first found out about death. I cannot still grasp the concept of vanishing into the void. What happens when we die? I cringe when I think about death. The fear of dying, the fear of losing someone to death, the fear of not being able to be with someone for eternally makes everything around me meaningless, like a big joke. What would have happened if I was not even born? Will be sitting somewhere far far away resenting rejecting the offer to be born? Or I would have been relieved that I will not have to bear the pain of death. If I die, will I still exist somewhere and feel the pain of never being able to be with the loved ones again? Or there will be a great reunion with each and everyone I know? There are nights when I lay down on my bed thinking about life being such an ephemeral thing, I lay down helplessly weeping.