Sorrow. Hatred. Anger. Nothing exists in this world in such vast quantities as these emotions. Nothing compels humans to act without logic and beyond the bounds of sensibility than these emotions. If only their optimistic counterparts were even half as voluminous, the world could exist as a happier place. Foremost among the roots of these sinister emotions is avarice. Lust drives people to take what is not theirs. Greed sows the darkest seeds of animosity. Enmity causes strife. Strife becomes sorrow until the sorrow consumes all.
Herein lies the reason of death. Sorrowful events in the mortal lives of people burden hearts as much as a lead weight would. Emotional decay consumes humans from the inside, destroying the will to live. Inside, humans will lose the logic they once possessed and become suicidal. When all the will to live is lost, the being dies.
People who have survived for so long survive because they are willing to forget the sorrows of the past and live the optimistic side of life. Their lives are not free from grief, but nor do they dwell upon them like a mother hen and her eggs. Grief and sadness do not weigh down upon them like bricks but rather mere feathers. Everyone is marked for death the moment they are born. Those who seem timeless fade into the folds of time slower than others. The curtains of the stage do not close upon their act suddenly, but it creeps, nonetheless, albeit a little slower.