Bitter sweet

So bitter sweet the thought of death. To think that all that one has lived for will be all for nothing at this moment, at this point where turning back is impossible. Like a bird thats jumped of it's nest for it's first time, all we have is one chance to fly or fail and die a worthless death. And yet for those that did fly death is simply another part of life in which they feel no fair, for they understand that where the oak leaves an empty space a new seed grows in its place like the blooming petals of a flower that's grown at the edge of the cliff and are blown away by the force of the wind but nature works in a way that many can't understand. Such mysterious beauty, that with the touch of all four elements created life as well as death. Two siblings with no love for one another but not even hate can describe such relationship, like a pain that numbs the body and becomes pain no more, nothing but a soothing feeling to the soul that begs to be let free from the chains that hold it prisoner in such a miserable place the physical call home. Once again, how bitter sweet must the kiss of death be to her younger sister whom we've learned to love, perhaps jealousy is what makes death so bitter but live is not always sweet. Sooner or later death becomes the lucky one and all of us she'll get to keep