Helen Dolman, lazy unemployed nobody, died lastnight after complications of loosing her mind. She was 25 years old. Excitable and outgoing, Dolman never let life and problems get her down, but in the final weeks of her life the uphill struggle to sort out her life became too difficult to take.
Her depressed and unhappy persona, unlike the girl we all knew, seemed to get weaker by the day after the feelings of failing consumed her. Dolman, had spent her whole life trying to pursue her dreams and live her life to the fullest, but after many knock backs and declines, she began to realise that lady luck was not on her side.
Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Dolman secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences, but rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Believing that all things happen for a reason was the downfall for Dolman, she could not understand why everything she touched fell apart and it was the mixture of feeling like a failure and her life falling apart that lead to her death.
The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so we must shrink from being fully alive.