I remember choosing C.S. Lewis' the Narnia Chronicles, particularly the "Silver Chair", for one of my final papers in college. In the book, there is a part there where after finally seeing his long lost son, King Caspian eventually dies.
After building King Caspian’s character in two preceding books, getting to know him as a young boy and then as a courageous seafarer, one cannot help but feel sympathy for the man. Just when he has finally found his son after years and years of searching, he no longer has the strength to enjoy once again his company.
In life, we often find ourselves faced with such seemingly insurmountable odds that it is easy to give in to despair. Yet just when reason is already shouting at us that all is lost, and the situation is simply too much to bear for any single person, we discover that we are not alone in this struggle. Other people are also fighting their own seemingly insurmountable battles.
And with this understanding, when the protagonists, Eustance, Jill, and Aslan, came to where King Caspian's body laid, all three stood and wept. Soon afterwards, with this strength that moves all of us, King Caspian's dead body began to transform and return to youthfulness, until finally culminating to King Caspian belching out a laugh.
Indeed, it is wonderful to be alive. Masarap mabuhay! Peace.