What to do?

One of the saddest part of life is death, although 

being predictable and unstoppable, it still hits your heart and

tear opens the vulnerability of your inner child,

I know, for I am old enough to understand its inevitability, I am being stupid

If only I didn't have to be taught to love, yearn to be nurtured and, fought to be remembered, I can never experience the part of departing from anything.