The irony - our DNA encodes our life, but also our death. I wonder how much of our personality, our success, our health, our life and happiness is due to the ATGC’s wound up so tightly within us. Life is so beautiful. Each person is so unique. Yet, we constantly strive to fit within a prototype society designs for us rather than look inward to try to decipher our genetic soul - the core of who we are, as independent creatures. The very same code that gives us and shapes our life can be damning. One bad cell within you, dividing…growing…consuming…from the inside out. My soul vs. my cells. I want to live, yet they do too… and with that we are both damned. Life is mercilessly just. It gives and it takes. This terrifies me… my death isn’t written in the stars, it’s written in my DNA, written in every cell that pieces together to become me. But with each mitotic division, I still live. I still love. I still feel. Death reminds me how heartbreakingly sweet life is.