Life is a mystery that time has never overcome, we feel immortal, and in time that same mystery ends. We all know deep inside that life is only a one time occurrence, yet we close our eyes, mind, and thoughts regarding this painful reality. Living can become a curse of life. Who controls these elements? What should we feel, happy or sad? Or is it important to just be?
We try to reach out into outer space to find life and yet we can not reach into what is close to all, our very mind. Modern man of today is no more modern than one thousand years past, when compared to these basic elements of thought. What makes a person happy? How would anyone define that state of mind? Who decided which elements of what we all call nature are controlled? Like living, who or what controls those same elements. Another time another life, what would that mean?
Every person has a need to be wanted by another, the differences are only what each person feels, and accepts love. All exist to die and once you get close to accepting the reality of that meaning, you want to live.
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