Death is defined in our dictionaries as, "The end of the life of a person or an organism"; stating that you are dead when your brain, heart and lungs cease to function. Humanity has so easily pinned down such terminologies and tried to show the world, that if you are not dead, then you are alive!

Wow, it's like they say, the greatest trick the devil ever played was making the world believe that he does not exist.

Humans have shown, time and again, that we are capable of believing in a God that we cannot see, believing in a love we cannot feel and see things in a person that they are not.
We claim people wear masks as a cover up for their misery, and have bonds with people who no longer exist, and find pain in misery.
Happiness is like a reward, we have to really work for it and really want it, but misery, on the other hand is like a bad parasite, an unwanted emotion never willing to let go of us.
Happiness is like a fuel, we run out of it, and have to replenish our doses, while misery, on the hand is like plastic, just increasing day by day and never degrading.

No wonder, we humans perform such extraordinary things in such short spans.
May our motivation be to reach happiness, or let go of our misery behind, it's the same thing.

The bitter truth is, we are all masochists, some more evidently than the other; not everyone's a good actor.
We all try to find meaning in sadness, misery and pain, like it's some sacred road to salvation.
Some of us choose the path of happiness, wherein, we try to make ourselves happy, people around us happy and live a decent journey. Is it because we crave it, or is it because we are too afraid of pain?
What if, love, hatred, life and death, are actually physical quantities like time, distance and speed, which we, as humans, have not yet learnt to quantify, and hence have chosen to live such lives.
It's true what they say-- When you know very little, you feel like you know a lot.
Is death actually the final word?
How many people are actually living their lives and not just surviving it?
The only constant in this world is its randomness, filled with anonymous and unexpected events and choices, filled with happiness, disappointments, love, and hate; bottom line being, we do things just so that we are all a little less miserable.

Now saying these things...
Does it make me a pessimist or a realist?
Or do the two words mean the same when we choose to observe the world and not just see it.

In conclusion, expectations tend to lead to more misery, more often than not in this so called life that we live, and to justify it, the most beautiful quote I ever heard,
"Everybody dies. It's the only thing human beings can be relied upon to do. How can it still come as a suprise to people?"
Maybe in the end, we are all just choosing a path less miserable than another and that's our road to salvation.
Maybe......