Steve Job 's death affects us all not only because of what he has done, but also because all of us is suddenly slapped by death in the face, telling us that ALL will be from strong to weak to gone. But that quick slap to us, has been a slow bitter dance for Jobs (and for everyone who has died already) with the process of wilting away, drawing out all your life and energy and hope as weakness and pain engulfs him (them).
It's the reality I hate the most, yet the one reality I know to be the truest, the most real of all realities.
It's the reality that feeds everyone's fear: fear of losing a loved one, fear of losing one has worked for, fear of pain and of weakness and of helplessness and of despair.
It's the reality that I always ask God "why?" for.
The web of life teaches us that one's death paves for new life, of which I do agree. What I don't agree with is how it happens.
So seriously,
Why?
(PS: I have already blogged about this topic. So I really must be feeling strongly about this)
