How short human life is. X-ty years and counting. Only a tiny variable of time dimension, coming without a long and complicated equation. Minus some for slumber, deduct a chunk for daily necessities of boring repetitive daily routines, donate parts to the tasks we don’t like but inevitably do, and still it’s away for many other negativities. What we have left then in the equity?
How pitiful human life can be. Living to the fullest and kicking. Its fate later to be snatched away on some random accidents, unlucky diseases, flying bullets. You’re in the height of the success in a moment and left crushed in the next second. Are you even at least left with a merciful second to think how unfair it is?
How squandered human life may be. Given and thrown. Spending the life for whatever war and mischieves, sacking yours for whoever dead idol, exploding your own away to take others for whichever belief. Is that for some reasoning or it’s taken for granted?
Don’t trust Albert Einstein, there is no time relativity. Time just flows like a constant speeding pace even at mind. 1, 10, 20 and it comes exponentially, suddenly you’re there at the end. How many clicks do we have left? How are we going to use them? Some are crying for better odds, some are blaming the unfair God, some are just torn before… born. Triumphant by birth, blessed by goodness, are we doing any better?
Whether it’ll be an I who could be enough of sharing happiness to others – I don’t know if I will. If I’ll just be able to inspire others, I don’t know. And if all the dreams and the hopes, in the end I fail to achieve, please spare me. I will try to spare myself at the end. Since perhaps it’s just perfect enough, if it ends with a smile.
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