Life. Fear. Death.

We know when we’ve began, but fear an expected unknown ending.
And no matter how many years we live, how many breaths we take in a minute
A certain and common truth is
Life is absolutely short, and death imminent .
And sometimes when we perish, we question why we didn’t have enough time
But disregard that we were given all the time we were destined.
So consumed with not understanding death,
That we become paralyzed with moving forward with our life.
And never understand why happiness doesn’t accompany us on our journey
Failing to recognize that we sell our souls to worry and fear of something we can’t control.
Always trying to interfere and supervise a plan that only includes us, but never was created by us.
We’re only tenants, leasing out bodies to reside and dwell in a place which is to provide us contentment within peace to beckon our neighbors and nurture them, yet we ignorantly dismiss our accommodations by desperately wanting amenities which doesn’t grant us comfort with ourselves because we are too manipulated by fear of what we can’t explain… death.
Then use clichés to help cope with the pain of loss,
Never recognizing that we lost the moment we gave up.
And we gave up, the moment we mentally stopped living.
And mentally stopped living, when we refused to submit to the utilizations of our talents
To accomplish an assignment we were given .
Trying so hard to understand life, but have too many misconceptions of what we are.
And we won’t be anything we believe we should be, if we are to warped in everything but the betterment of our predicaments.
We’re not chasing ambitions, we’re running from our conscience
Of what we subconsciously tell ourselves we must avoid
Never mastering the art, that what we subconsciously believe we eventually manifest.
Absolutely so caught up in the realms of imaginations,
we’ve inadvertently committed suicide by submerging ourselves in phobias of what we ignore to learn.
We ignore learning the way to be everything we have the greatest potential to be
In dread that we will never be
So, we’ve become content in living in chaos, because being too patient and subtle to attain the greatness we hungrily desire is easier than applying ourselves to achieve something that we don’t understand.
But, honestly, if we don’t understand life, do we truthfully understand anything at all, since everything has life, except death, which we struggle so hard to understand and defy… yet how can we defy something we also don’t understand?
Fear.
We ultimately believe we’re living to die, and continuously ignore that we’re merely just dying to live.
Reproducing and recycling that fear, and wondering why we haven’t produced change…