the concept of life as we know it is one of beginnings and endings. we are born to die, everyone is born to die. the idea that life is tangible soothes the soul as if such a thing is possible. it makes us feel good about life and horrible about death. but are they so different? if the life that we value so much is just a means to the death we fear with our lives, how much beauty is there in birth? how much value is life actually worth?
there is this lack of value when we think about death. is serves purpose as only an end to a journey. a journey that begins in beauty. causing one to question, can something so beautiful, so good truly end in such turmoil? the concept of beauty in life come so natural while the counterpart of death is reflected upon as so unnatural.
maybe there is this continuum of life as a means to death. life is the worthless piece in a line worthfulness. there definitely a beauty in death that is undermined. the final step in a journey that has taken exactly one lifetime to attain. maybe the greatest part of life is the final product. the final experience. the returning of energy borrowed, the beauty in death.
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