Will living always feel like a preparation for war, I wonder.

Are some of us doomed to this having grown in warzones, designing and engineering our world to prevent losing our loved ones again.

And knowing that we will lose them, ultimately. But at least we would've put an honorable fight.

When you have lost so many people every moment is tarnished with the sense of mortality.

Will life always feel this way?

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ostfuidctyvm

I've not grown in a war zone so I cannot possibly relate to death of that nature and the scale of it. I've just had the normal experiences of death with a couple of more unusual ones thrown in. A friend who died in the Paddington train crash. A friend who died by suicide. A friend who died being murdered by his fiancée. Then family deaths. What I do reflect on in my own life is that the longer you live the more death that you see. A long life pretty much means watching everybody die and then you join them. That said, the horror of war and particularly at a young age is unimaginable. I cannot possibly compare to that because I've never been there and felt it. Just reading about the uglier conflicts in recent history is deeply disturbing. The Rwanda genocide, the war in Bosnia, the disgusting attrocities committed. There is so much dark in humanity.

Miram · 31-35, F

@ostfuidctyvm I am glad you didn't grow up in a warzone. No one should. Grief is ruthless irrespective of how you lose the person. I guess in a way you do relate to me. Thank you for taking the time to post this and your willingness to be open about your pain.