Death is everywhere. Nearly two humans are gone every single second. Now. Now. And now. Sometimes death is a peaceful end of your journey. The soul slips into the reaper's arms who quietly leads it away, to a perhaps better world. Sometimes death is an accident and it doesn't matter if you are or are not innocent. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But sometimes death is meant to be. You often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it and yet it found its way back to you. Do you know why? Because sometimes your actions are a seed of fate. And this seed grows into your destiny.
„Death may be the greatest of all human blessings."
Socrates