Life’s Final Limit
by Sandister Tei
A gravestone read:
“She was baffled by the trivial,
Tormented by powerless fears,
Distracted by the unworthy,
Tied down by the free,
Recited rhythmless poetry,
Miscarried every dream,
Never got it right,
Forgetting that death was everything’s final limit”
She is not alone, it’s an epitaph for the masses.
People fail at life like there’s several of it,
Forgetting that death is everything’s final limit,
Andalso, that life, is one, short- compared- to -eternity period,
and it will be foolish not to get it right the first time.
Ashesto ashes,
Dustto dust,
The eons spent dead, makes me think we only come here to die,
And life, being alive, is temporarybusiness,
For everyone will die longer than they can ever live.
In the grave nothing matters anymore.
No.
Whether loved, or hated, won’t swipe the termites away.
Current drama won’t slow the decomposition of the body,
You can’t go for your job interview wearing your shroud.
You are soon a spirit, perhaps, bound for another existence but never another mortal life,
Current struggles and unhappiness is hardwork for nothing in the face of death.
Mors ultima linea rerum est.
You have life now, you have life!
You have breath, the most precious gift you could be given.
Take it as yours, live it free, be confident, be beautiful, be light.
For death is life’s final limit,
Death is life’s final limit,
Death is life’s final limit.
