Death is our common ending wherever we all start, so why do humans hold onto life with such a firm grip there’s no ease in when we slip away.
I am humbled and beguiled by how animals fulfil their life cycle. There is no recrimination’s for life ending too early or unfairly.
That butterfly which has landed by my foot, by next week death will turn it into decaying soot.
Animals trade in the lives of others to survive and there is no death without cause or pain without meaning. There is dignity in my old dog's retreating back as he goes somewhere quiet or somewhere private to make an ending.
A human life lives past an animal's expectations. It’s a life less ordinary and a confused cycle of existence.
My grandmother sits awkwardly uprite in her chair despondently patting her thinning hair.
What does she live for? After her grandchildren are all grown and her friends exist only in memories.
The ants live for the colony, the birds live to fly and we all must die.
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