Nonsensical thoughts given life through words

Death. The end of a life cycle as it is commonly defined. Or in some other person’s viewpoint, the start of a life cycle…one that comes before birth but still as much, a part of life. A curse to many, a blessing to few. Some even see it as another leg of a long journey that no one knows where it would end. A reality personified by the symbol of a flesh-stripped man garbed in torn black cloak holding a scythe meant to take our last breath and bring us wherever none could possibly think of in a state of sanity, or sanity even. Playing in the deepest recesses of our minds from time to time is the though of when, how, why we would die and where do we go afterwards. We often push it back but eventually it resurfaces, being the reality of its presence and coming as inevitable. Its mystery is simple, and at the same time complex, as life itself. A mystery to the human mind that could only perceive what the eye could see, what the ears could hear, what the senses could come in contact with. Trying hard to understand even such a concept is futile, it would be as good as forcing one’s self to grasp at air rather than simply accepting and acknowledging its existence and relevance to the world. We feel it but we do not see it. Even knowing is useless for it comes at a time when no one expects its arrival, could be at the next turn of a corner, or at a blink of an eye. Forever it watches and waits patiently for the right time to strike. And when it does, what would you be doing? What would you be saying or thinking? Where would you be? Know for certain that your body would not last…but death will.