One who believes in life eternal shall have much worse an ending to bear. One who accepts the end for what it is... shall not be surprised when it arrives.
I also rekindle my thoughts on the matter: "Do not forsake me, oh tragic death. Please bring the dark upon me, for I'd rather be a dead wise man than a living fool."
Life, how intrinsic its value, how short, yet how beautiful in and of itself. The worst thing a man can do is commit knowledge to age; to say that a wise man is he who is an elder. I would not concur with this assessment. Older people do have more experience, but that does not mean they are more qualified to judge life. Can an elderly man admit to defining life any better than the infant? Or has he found more purpose in his life than the young?
Age has never been a differentiating factor to me. A young man can be more prophetic through personal perspective; whereas an elderly man can be dogmatic based on prior bias. Both are magnificent in their own right. Neither dominate the other. Both can learn to accept certain elements of life and death. Both are attune to learning from their environment.
Death comes to us all. It's a beautiful stage of life; as are all the other stages. We must not fight against the inevitable. As I look through history and bring together this puzzle that has been sewn through a tight quilt of time, I find that all ends in death. That is the beauty of life. If something were to last forever, it would not be as valuable. All things must come to an end in order to hold value. If all was unlimited, all would be worthless. What makes life so precious is that it's limited, sweet, and to the point. As harsh as that may sound, there's great beauty within its final stage.
To solve the illusion that is life, one must solve the enigma of death. One must accept death. To that end, I have written:
To escape death
Man knows he lives
For hours he fought
Man takes and gives
But he learns not
Of the fate that awaits
Unaware he shall remain
Struggle as he may
To stay the same
He learned not
Until the end came
The ultimate destiny is written prior to one's own birth; the man who knows this is truly learned in the message of life: that no matter how much one struggles, death will always come. Lets not keep Sir Death waiting, he's a mean one, yes, but many duties he has. Let us respect the limit of life in its sheer restrictions. Though we see life has the confines of a limited time frame, the beauty of it is unparalleled; heightened through its short span.
Let us remember that when a soldier dies, he is free from the chaos around him. However, when he dies, he suffers no more, but his lover, that remains yet another tale. She carries the burden of anguish; agony in his place. Hear my words widows of men who have fallen: Neither the stomping boots in a hailstorm of fury nor the ferocity of bullets riddling enemy soldiers can equate to the torment of the woman lover. For, it is she who carries the pain of loss.
Ive said as well I know that the only disease that truly kills is a broken heart. When someone loses the will to live, nothing is more gruesome than a fate such as this: To find escape by entering darkness; an eternal rest, the sleep that forever embraces
the sleep of death.
Death is viewed with great bias. Some see it as a facet of truth and the end to all equations while others try to avoid it entirely. These are mere illusions. My opinion on the matter is that the death of someone important to one may not be important to another. Its all a matter of perspective. But Ive expressed this clearly. I cry when the world laughs. So do not be surprised that I laugh when the world cries.
The final prognosis on this matter based on a mans age and experience having much to do with their perception of life; a mere illusion. I see it as a mere fiction. The wisdom of life does not come from age or experience. Neither is a forecast for better living. Neither serves as betterment to the toils of daily labor. Neither subscribes to escaping the fate of death. A young fellow can hold greater truth than many elders. On that note, allow me to end this with my solid lifelong words and a strong perspective I hold dear to my heart:
For those who believe age shall suffice...
To speak for who you are,
I say to thee:
I am an old man,
Trapped inside a young body!
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