The day,
Bright.
The sky,
Cloud free.
Then the news came,
A devastating blow to my happiness
It came with a soul shattering sound
And a crash to the ground
The news hit hard on the heart
I called my wife saying
One week
Seven days
168 hours
10080 minutes
604800 seconds
To live
To breath
To know
To be
To know that the human experience was ending
Saddened the core of me
There was no comfort of what I found comforting before
Death shows you things no mortal knows
My possessions-
Worthless to me
My life work-
Not worth it to me
The way I live depressed me
To the point of death seeming small
I saw no worth in money
I saw no worth in a job
I only saw worth in friends and family
The on quality of life I was on the search for was
A decent relationship
I knew the stories
The stories about humans
Knowing when their death was to come
And how they all searched for something
And I never thought that life's cliché
Would happen to me
This is the fault of mortals
To live with out living
No one will remember them
Not for the pants they wear
Not for their popularity
For this is what morals worry about
This shall not be remembered by the immortal whole
The human race
The insights that Death has given me
Will be lost in so few days
The wisdom that I have
Is so hard imparted on mortals
Why do mortals want
What crumbles
Money when money only buys a nice coffin
Death is never prevented
Only delayed
To persevere the illusion
Money is a demon
Possessing those who touch it
Destroying those who abuse it
The exorcism-
Imminent death
Most mortals ignore this house call
This house call that Death makes
Most of those who notice
Try to bribe Death
To which Death laughs
And lets live on
For a while
For he has the same insights as me
For he was the one to give them to be
Everything must end
Life is like a ball throw into the air
And death is like the ground
What goes up
Must come down
This is the law of life
There is no escaping it
Because a law is a law
No matter how universal
So it pains me to see mortals
Be shallow
Though the pockets are deep
Mortals walk by the poor
The dying, cold, sick poor
They walk by
Not giving any life saving money
Because they value the money over a life
I believe that they are afraid
Of the singular thought of
What if that were me?
This raises more questions with me
Mainly why don't we listen to the rules
The rules that we learned from kindergarten
The one that says to
Treat others
As
You would like to be treated
We all know how to do this
But we don't act it out
We teach it to the next mortal generation
But they learn not from words
But from actions
So why, mortals, do we do this?
Why do we choose not to live?
Is it so that we do not die?
We are scared by the inevitable
We like to control
We are always power hungry
So when Death comes knocking
We become powerless
To do anything but reflect
And see the insights
That we previously missed
So this is how we live the death
We want to live
And we live it-
Clueless
And a crash to the ground
The news hit hard on the heart
I called my wife saying
One week
Seven days
168 hours
10080 minutes
604800 seconds
To live
To breath
To know
To be
To know that the human experience was ending
Saddened the core of me
There was no comfort of what I found comforting before
Death shows you things no mortal knows
My possessions-
Worthless to me
My life work-
Not worth it to me
The way I live depressed me
To the point of death seeming small
I saw no worth in money
I saw no worth in a job
I only saw worth in friends and family
The on quality of life I was on the search for was
A decent relationship
I knew the stories
The stories about humans
Knowing when their death was to come
And how they all searched for something
And I never thought that life's cliché
Would happen to me
This is the fault of mortals
To live with out living
No one will remember them
Not for the pants they wear
Not for their popularity
For this is what morals worry about
This shall not be remembered by the immortal whole
The human race
The insights that Death has given me
Will be lost in so few days
The wisdom that I have
Is so hard imparted on mortals
Why do mortals want
What crumbles
Money when money only buys a nice coffin
Death is never prevented
Only delayed
To persevere the illusion
Money is a demon
Possessing those who touch it
Destroying those who abuse it
The exorcism-
Imminent death
Most mortals ignore this house call
This house call that Death makes
Most of those who notice
Try to bribe Death
To which Death laughs
And lets live on
For a while
For he has the same insights as me
For he was the one to give them to be
Everything must end
Life is like a ball throw into the air
And death is like the ground
What goes up
Must come down
This is the law of life
There is no escaping it
Because a law is a law
No matter how universal
So it pains me to see mortals
Be shallow
Though the pockets are deep
Mortals walk by the poor
The dying, cold, sick poor
They walk by
Not giving any life saving money
Because they value the money over a life
I believe that they are afraid
Of the singular thought of
What if that were me?
This raises more questions with me
Mainly why don't we listen to the rules
The rules that we learned from kindergarten
The one that says to
Treat others
As
You would like to be treated
We all know how to do this
But we don't act it out
We teach it to the next mortal generation
But they learn not from words
But from actions
So why, mortals, do we do this?
Why do we choose not to live?
Is it so that we do not die?
We are scared by the inevitable
We like to control
We are always power hungry
So when Death comes knocking
We become powerless
To do anything but reflect
And see the insights
That we previously missed
So this is how we live the death
We want to live
And we live it-
Clueless
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