Release

           When we think of death, we think blood, guns and knives, end of the line, pain; but death is a lot more. At least, it should be. In our world, death is equal to mourning, a release of nothingness and no sorrow in another.

            In The Giver, “release” doesn’t come through blood, suffering, or weapons instead it comes through a needle. There is no death here, instead just stabbing someone with a syringe, hoping for the best. It is something known in our world as murder, killing someone who supposedly doesn’t deserve their life. There is no love, no feeling, the community does as they are told.

Now imagining the unimaginable, let’s reverse, move back to reality and brace ourselves for what is coming next. We are not that much different from the community in The Giver at all. We are all offended, can’t agree with what is being said. Think about it. Think hard…  euthanasia. Death penalties. Abortion. Ending life support. Murdering. You may be saying that this isn’t true and it’s not fair, etcetera, etcetera, when in all in all, we are worse. We have love here. We kill and murder and try and push through love. Love just comes back to haunt us though through sorrow, guilt, and pain.

There is only one question remaining. One question that I don’t have an answer to. One question here that we still visibly see through the fog and clouds of sorrow, pain, and love. Why?