Grief

Why do people cry or grieve over one's death? Why do we miss them when we are aware of the fact that everyone dies? Why do we empathize over the permanent absence of somebody you once knew? 

It could've been somebody you rarely knew, or someone you met in a library, someone who worked at the grocery store and would tell you to forget about paying the extra cash that you didn't have the change for, someone you spoke to about your feelings for your crush, someone you spoke to for the first time and just clicked, someone you shared the kind of friendship which later leaves you wondering "what if" you'd known them longer, better and understood them because you feel like you somehow related to them at one point. It could've been someone you spoke to only once in your life about what time it was then, someone you only shared quiet smiles and genuine glances with but never really spoke much, yet your eyes did meet with theirs and so did your attention along with your increased subconscious observational sequence, or someone you found indecent and vile every time they laughed at somebody, someone who you felt had an ugly heart, someone who took their parents for granted, someone who vicariously and lifelessly passed their time, someone who you felt wasn't living their life properly, someone who criticized and mocked at you, someone who betrayed you, someone who broke your heart, someone who always had your back, someone who was the nicest person you ever saw, someone who felt like home, if they died, your heart would still sigh in devastation. Death scares you, a life lost awakens you. No matter who the person was, your veins will tremble on hearing "they are no more", their presence won't be felt anymore. They are no more and one day so will you.

 Why do we cry or grieve or agonize? When we know everybody dies. 

When our soul meets another, it gets attached to them without our knowledge. The fact that we are not alone in this infinitely bound unfathomable universe overwhelms our soul and when we meet somebody we are subconsciously thankful to their presence. Their presence constantly reminds us that we are all living the same life and surpassing similar circumstances and phases in life, that although we are unique individuals of our own, we are all humans with identical body functions, senses and form. All the people we've ever known or sensed in any way have been making an impact on us. Their presence affects us relatively. Even a thought about them consumes our time and occupies our brain, showing that they matter to us no matter what emotion is based on them, they matter because their presence is affecting you. The people that we've known in our lives personally make a huger impact on us as we respond to each other and our brain works more while responding and interacting with them than thinking about them. The more time you spend with a person no matter how intolerable or annoying they are except for predators or enemies (whose main purpose is to violate you and harm you physically, emotionally, psychologically or mentally), the more attached your soul feels with them. Mainly because you feel normal and not alone. Hence, you feel secured and comfortable and in time you start interacting and the want to be closer to them occurs, you get used to the person because your brain starts to analyse them and it just feels right to be with them. For example you're physically, emotionally and mentally close to your parents the most because there's been mutual attachment and since you live with them it feels like your house is the safest place on earth because you're attached to the people so much that the people also come along with the house because you live there and mostly spend time with them there, it also carries a lot of memories of the people and you. There are different kinds of comfort you feel with people, like with parents it's most likely to be emotional, especially in this generation because kids don't talk to their birth givers anymore, they don't tell them how they feel. It's almost like they've blocked them out of their lives completely. And there are times when the parents push them away and they can't really be there for them and that often leads to childhood trauma. 

And so if a person dies we cry because the bond and the connection felt so dear to you even if it was for a moment, your heart and soul invested it's feelings and time, and your brain reacted to the changes and to the observations you sensed both consciously and subconsciously in them. Every life is precious. Every soul gets attached to one another easily. They were a part of your growth by making an impact on you by interacting or affecting you in the aforementioned ways and when they die it's also an enormous part of your growth because it teaches you how to live and how to go on in life. When a person you were once close with dies, even if our soul isn't alone in the moment but with another person's company, we still cry and ache, because we stop and realize that we can never hear from them again, we will never be able to give or receive attention from them. Maybe we expected for their well being, for their happiness, but most of all we unwittingly, casually expected their presence and have been doing so from the time we first met them. Our soul always remembers how it felt when with every person. Our soul is vulnerable and tender, and we know we can't ever have what we had with each person again because each acquaintance and encounter is unmatched and different. Our souls are afraid to be alone in this massive incomprehensible void of space.