I always had this grievance with authors who included death in their writing. It was only until I realised that there is so much one can learn from death, so much more that life can't teach us. As I've always admired John Green, his books draw a lot of attention to death and its acquaintances. His The fault in our stars and Looking for Alaska are two such books. Gus from The fault in ours stars, who feared of being oblivion that he'll be forgotten and his desire to do something so huge in order to be remembered was broken only when Hazel told him that if she really meant the world to him and when he knew that she would never forget him; that cured it all. It was only then Gus and we all got to realise that it isn't even remotely necessary and possible for the whole world to remember us. It is only then we realise that it's enough if our loved ones remember us. It's more than enough. When it comes to Alaska and Pudge or Miles from Looking for Alaska, their only question was how will they deal with this suffering of the labyrinth. While Alaska was already doing it her way, Pudge thought he could make a corner of that labyrinth, his home. Alaska's death and the process of finding the reason to her death was Pudge's new definition to this suffering of labyrinth which he thought was home until he hit a realisation point that he was only surviving his time there, in the labyrinth, just like Alaska did. He knew one can never escape the labyrinth, let alone its suffering. We all have to face and share a relationship with the suffering of labyrinth, which is surely hard but in the end, worth. That we all are just energies, transforming, transporting and manifesting, living in different shapes and sizes ignoring that there exists something larger inside of us, a soul. A soul that craves to enjoy its time regardless of the fact whether it is living or dying. A soul that is thirsty to experience everything because there's so much. A soul which is invincible. Pudge realised all of this. He realised all of the things the Old man was trying to teach him. He then knew that no matter how hard we try, this labyrinth of suffering is where we exist as bodies, as humans until death transports us to afterlife.
