When is death justified? Is it when your body, used and worn, begins to give out? Is it when the sky fades to black, giving way into the shear chaos? Is it when life is so worn that all you truly want is death itself? What is death? Minds have made him out as a dark figure robed in black, a large scythe held in a boney hand. Humans have made him out as a figure intent of terror, a bearer of bad omens…the gate keeper of hell. Tell me, is it death that so frightens the masses that the thought of someone killing is immoral? What if that person was death? People from the Vatican are so mortified of something they spent their whole life worshiping. Does the fact that you could be wrong, the fact that there may be no god scare them so terribly that they dare to say that death is immoral?
The cycle of death continues, as one reaper dies the next rises. Those who sit and await their fate know that innocence is nothing but a figment of false hope that surges through the masses. Are our minds so plagued with fear that we’ve forgotten how to live? Fear, what is it truly? The quivering of our bodies, the slight chills that surge through us, are they relevant or necessary to live? Is that final step in our lives the reason we are so blatantly fighting disease? Does the thought of death itself, as a living mass, represent so much more than we could have ever imagined? Like the breath you feel blowing on the back of your neck as you try to sleep at night?
Why do those around us try to ignore the truth that is so clearly in front of them? Have you ever noticed the look in a baby’s eye when they are staring intently on a wall or object? Did you ever wonder what they saw? The fact is we have no memory of the first three years of our lives, and in that time so much can happen. We can miss so much and we don’t even realize what it is until it’s too late. And as we sit and regret those missed chances, do we even realize that the greatest gift you can ever receive is something most are unwilling to give? The truth is…we’re selfish. And no matter how you live your life, no matter if you go to church, or give to the poor; there is always something more you could give. But when that time came, you didn’t do it. And it wasn’t fear or any time related matter, because time is irrelevant to all things. What is it then that you are left with? Is there any claim anyone can make? What is the relevance of this to anything? You know I speak truth, and all that I am saying is what sits dormant in your heart.
So tell me, why is it, that when we see the sun set, we feel relief? Almost like it`s a spotlight shining on your secrets and is almost screaming them to the world. Have you ever found youself sitting next to a stranger, and stilll you want to tell them everything? Needing the feeling of relief that comes with telling your problems to someone, and at the same time knowing that if you say them that you`re never going to see this person again and that your problems will leave.
Why does it feel as though your the only one with these problems? As though you`re the only one who has to face them? Even if you`re not, the loneliness is sufficating enough to destroy all that we know. So I suppose the real question isn`t weither we understand the world, it`s weither we can last long enough to try.
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