We are afraid of death—

some, to the point of insanity.

So scared of not being

that we never look around us;

instead, we stay focused 

on what we see in the mirror.

But what is to happen

if death never comes?

Oh, the joy of knowing a lifetime will last forever—

surely, that would be happiness.

But everyone else—

their lifetimes have an end,

a ticking timer,

slowly—or perhaps quickly—

counting down each moment of their life.

They’ll become dirt in the ground.

And what of you?

You will walk on them, not with them.

The pain will consume you,

until nothing is left

but a broken, empty creature

who’s lost all soul.

Nobody will last forever with you.

Nobody will love forever with you.

You’ll become nothing—

a notion of life,

a tale of time told to children,

who will forget why your story was told…

That the meaning of life is no burden at all—

but a precious gift humanity must learn to bear.

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Can you tell that I just watched the new movie?