Are we as lost as this stream of water?
No body remembers if the plants were watered but only if the rock was worn.
Life, lost in death.
In death, lost to life.
In death, lost to life.
We tend to live as if there were nothing that could kill us.Our plans span years and even lifetimes while in a single breath, death can put us to sleep.
All we ever try to do is to live long lives. With comfort and little pain. After death it is only action that lives on. The deeds of our life are what live on after we are put into the earth. If that is all that counts then it is not surprising that we do not account for a lot. Maybe I should start living every day as it comes.
Life, lost in death.
In death, lost to life.
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