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Forever; a word we use to calm ourselves; for those of faith at least.
But to those whose mind are open to other possibilities- it is a terrifying word.
For to know that one day- either by accident or simply old age-
we will be but a blank on the pages of history; and be nothing- forever.
To dream, laugh, love, and feel no more-
to belong to the ecthos one genius thought to prove.
Forever. And athough we wish it not come- it will.
And nothing can stop it; not even faith.
And though the thought terrifies us- which way is better- to die? I mean;
Is it better to see it not coming, perhaps to have it come suddenly, without warning,
so that the transistion- from life to nothingness is not registered by the mind?
So that one moment you exist and the next you are nothingness?
We do not wish to die, we have no choice- although one wishes to live a long life.
But perhaps the sudden death- although most unwelcome and feared would be a kinder fate,
In the way of not outliving your friends, your family, your children and then;
As you watch the world around you disapear,
everyone you knew; dead. Everyone you loved, gone.
So that you are truly alone in the world.
And as you age; lose sight of who you were, who you once thought yourself to be;
You see Death creep closer to your body each day,
becoming more of a reality; closer to nothingness.
And then you live your last days in fear of it,
knowing you are closer, and time running out.
Would you choose it, Is that, that way in which to dissolve into nothingness; forever- the best way?
Surely, if asked at this moment, you would say of old age;
unable to quelm those fear of utter dispair.
But somewhere in your soul, If a soul we have indeed,
you long for the quickness of it,
the completeness of it.
The finality of which we have no control, of which we never did.
To never face again; the fears that rack your body,
makes you quiver in fright and hysteria, curl up in a fetal positionm
your futile and forcful crying, whimpering filling the air.
To be heard by no one.
To long for your mother to hold you close;as if a small child;
telling you everything is fine; don't fear; now or ever.
And yet as you hear a voice trying to comfort you;
your know that your fears have merit; they are simple truth.
Having no choice; make it no easier to accept it.
We all die; we are mortal only, but my minds is apt to wonder still.
Can one live with immortality;If they exist-
or do they wish for the end of which mortals try to exscape?