Why cure death? (my disorganized thoughts)

My brother told me a year ago,

"What if death is an illness all along?"

And I asked him back, "If death is an illness, what would the cure be?"

He didn't replied back because he couldn't think of an appropriate answer and the mood would plummet if we go further.

We rarely engage in deep talks and if chance finds us a way, it would only end abruptly after.

I had my own answer however it was an answer that my self could also think of even now.

In all honesty, I was more rotten, more eager for death, a more self degrading fool— last year and even the year before that than how I am currently.

But such thoughts wouldn't simply change over time.

"If death itself was an illness then life was the reason in its existence. There wouldn't be any cure since that would mean going against life itself. Remove life then there wouldn't be any more illness called 'death'."

In short, don't exist. Remove the root cause of death, then there wouldn't be any problem.

A simple answer isn't?

If you ignore my blasphemous words, that is.

It would also be the same as aging. Finding a cure for aging is going against life itself. Since the ultimate destination of our being is death...or maybe beyond that.

There wouldn't be anymore meaning if finding a way to battle against life, is there?

How come we always forgot that aging was a natural thing, a natural way to death?

How come we always forget that death has always been there.

In a world of constant change, death never did.