Better Now than Later

What is death but a mere reminder of the ornamental materialism around us? What is death but an incident that mends broken ties? What is death but the re-birth of gratitude, appreciation, and value poured onto those you just bid adieu? What is death but the testimony of ‘how you lived’? What is death but an opportunity for the living to mend their ways? What is death but an occurrence that rends life meaningless? Or does it?
Why wait till he had to die? Why wait till she was ailing and confined?
Why not when they were healthy and happy? Why not when time seemed plenty and moments could be cherished?
What control and power do you gleam over, when you can never gain control over the beginning and end of your OWN life? What pride do you carry that turns you to dust and dirt? What poison does your tongue inject, while you shall be seized by death, tongue-tied?
Do you think this world is in need of you?
You quite seem to be enjoying this enslaved submission towards it.
This one go at life — kinship or autocracy?
Cherish moments when you have them. Feel what it would be like to regret while you still have the chance so you at least let yourself reconsider your choices.
Why do you chase that which cannot fit your casket, why not chase what fills the heart despite being the size of a fist carries the universe of love, companionship, and hope!
Be You, let You be Human, let Human value its Choices and Gifts.
