It is easy to miss the chance that a person who passes by can become an event and a memory, good or bad,to break monotony of passing moments.Those wasted moments, those hours of sameness are little stretches of death within lifes moments
We are all dying, every moment of every day.That is the inescapable truth of existance.It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear or one that can energize us to find a memory in any action.
That is the meaning of life,I have come to understand.But that understanding brings misery.There is no escaping death.But I can be patient and convince myself of the best.For to brood upon my fears,I would defeat life's purpose.