Grief and Love - by nikhil - Splash

Two sides of the same coin

I’m once again nursing some sort of cold. I’ve had a tendency to get colds pretty often since I started college a few years ago, something that has been a huge nuisance, leading to bouts of existentialism whenever I do get sick. This one’s pretty minor, but every time I find myself with a bit of congestion and malaise, my mind loves to become awfully melodramatic — thinking about how much I took my healthfulness for granted, how fragile the human body is, how dust is the inevitable conclusion to my saga and of those around me. How easily does the body lose its vitality! And how quickly! We…

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