Contest entry 203. A Truth l Wish I Could Ignore Forever.

The truth can be overwhelming, especially when it’s one that cuts deep into the core of who we are. If I could choose a truth to ignore forever, it wouldn’t be just one—it would be many. The truth of being neglected, the truth of being disappointed, helpless, or unwanted. The truth of feeling like I might never achieve what I dream of, the truth that all good things, no matter how beautiful, never seem to last.

But the hardest truth of all, the one I wish I could forever erase from my heart and mind, is the truth of death. Losing someone to death is a weight that never truly lifts, no matter how much time passes. I don’t know how people who have lost their most cherished loved ones find the strength to keep going. Every day, I think about it, about the pain, the grief, and I wish—just for a moment—that we could live in a world where everyone could stay happy, alive, and close.

Yes, some have lived long, fulfilling lives, and we can be grateful for the years they had. But others—those who were young, those who never had the chance to grow old—they’re the ones that haunt me the most. People who were taken before their time, before they could experience all the beauty life had to offer. How do you live with that truth? How do you reconcile the fact that someone you love is gone, and all that remains are the memories that will never fade but also never grow?

I’ve tried to accept it. I’ve told myself that death is part of life, that it’s something we all face. But the pain never truly goes away, does it? It’s a truth I’ve been forced to live with, but if I had the choice, it’s the one truth I would choose to ignore forever. Because with death comes a kind of pain that nothing can soothe, a pain that stays with you, day after day, wrapped around the memories of the people you loved but can never see again.

Thank you for reading this. It’s deeply personal, and writing this brought tears to my eyes. It’s a story of pain, yes, but it’s also a story of love—love for the ones we’ve lost, and for the strength we somehow find to carry on.

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