Post for 10-12

As I started to study for the mid-term this afternoon I saw the story listed on my “study list” called “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” and I remember reading this and the thing that stuck out most was the very end of the story which if I remember correctly says something like, “No matter what version of the story you tell they have the same ending. He dies, she dies, and everyone ends up dead.” I know this is not a direct quote or anything but that is the gist of what the ending said. A little morbid? Yes. True? Yes. Those last few lines are what struck me most but when I think back on the rest of the story I find that maybe the end is not what really matters. Maybe it is the story that matters most. I think that too often people only remember the last line of this story and forget to look at the lives of the people in the story. Yes there was pain and suffering but in some of the situations there was happiness. However most importantly there was life. I think that outside of the story and in real life people all to often only remember then end of people’s lives and remember that they have died. Most people forget to remember the life that they lived. Like when we went to the cemetery all I thought was that there were dead people all around me. It never really occurred to me that these people once lived a life probably some like the life I am living now. I find it sad that other than people inside my family I will probably be forgotten and people will not remember the life that I once lived and the joy in it. They will only remember that I am dead and they will look past all the joy that was in my life.