WHY KILL ME NOW WHEN I WAS BORN TO DIE?
In the realm of life’s enigma, where questions dwell, I ponder upon a notion, a tale I
shall tell.
“Why kill me now?” asks the soul, with a tear in its eye, “When I was born to die,
beneath this vast sky?”
From the moment of birth, we embark on this quest, a fleeting existence, with
destiny’s behest. In this fragile vessel of flesh and of bone, we traverse the chapters,
where mysteries are sown.
Yet, why does the world, with its cruel hands of fate, seek to extinguish the flame, to
determine our date of death? For in every heartbeat, a whisper of demise, a reminder
in echoes that life’s end shall arise.
But let us not despair, for in this paradox we find, a truth that illuminates the depths
of the mind. For in the shadows of mortality’s embrace, we discover the beauty, the
essence, the grace
Through the brevity of existence, we learn to aspire, to cherish each moment, to set
our souls on fire. To savour the laughter, the tears, and the pain, to embrace the
imperfections, the losses, and the gain.
For it’s in the dance of death, where life blooms its best, in the face of transience,
we’re put to the test. The fragility of being, a reminder profound, that in every ending,
new beginnings are found.
So, heed not the question, “Why kill me at all?” Instead, embrace the journey, both big
and small. For when we embrace mortality’s sweet lullaby, we awaken to the truth,
that we’re meant to fly.
In the tapestry of existence, we’re threads in its weave, each moment a gift, a treasure
to perceive. So let us live fully, with hearts open wide, embracing the paradox, with
arms open wide.
And when the time comes, as it inevitably must, to bid this world farewell, to return to
the dust, we’ll find solace in knowing, as our spirits take flight, that we’ve lived a life
true, embracing both day and night.
So fear not the question, for it holds no despair, for we’re born to die, but oh, how we
dare, to fill every moment with love and with grace, and leave behind echoes, a legacy
to trace. In the grand tapestry of existence, we’re born to die, but it’s how we embrace
life, that truly makes us fly.
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