A few days now, I’ve been wondering what the purpose of life is and what the purpose of dying is. Five days ago, my cousin got shot by an unknown man and as I was scrolling through my news feed, I stumbled upon this report in the Philippine Daily Inquirer about the shooting incident. (http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/498987/medtech-killed-in-quezon-city#ixzz2gc2Tjk8j). It’s sad that our loved ones have to leave us too soon. 28 is a very young age to die. It’s not even half of the life expectancy of males in the Philippines. I wonder if my cousin had lived “long” enough to reach his life goals. I wonder what things he could have done more had he not been taken away from us too soon. I realized how short life can be and how it’s full of injustice. I remembered the people like my cousin, the victims of injustice who died so young. I remembered our field trip in the Bantayog ng mga Bayani and the young heroes like Catalino Blas who fought for their rights, hoping that their voice be heard as the Martial Law was implemented. I admire their courage and strength to organize and lead a team that demanded the restoration of freedom and democracy in our country. Is this their purpose in life? What more could have they done if they did not die that young? When we live for a purpose, do we also die for that purpose? What is the purpose of death? What was the purpose in life of the people who killed them recklessly? Shouldn’t our lives be aimed towards the greater good? Why are there people, especially the ones up there, who violate other people’s rights? Right now, I am still looking for answers. My Philo 1 professor told me that philosophical questions are the hardest to answer. In fact, they have no answers. Maybe I’d find answers for myself or maybe I won’t.