Life can be good & pleasant & happy. It brings each of us its share of joy both small and great -- falling in love,graduating with honors or simply be a graduate, winning a promotion, learning a new skill, or being just a simple giver.
Yet, for all the good, & beautiful & joyous that life holds - & for all the efforts that we may put forth to look on the bright side--a certain vague sadness & indefinite fear constantly haunts us. Fear, because we are not safe. Fear for we may somewhat/somehow lose our most prized possessions or relationships. Sadness, because no matter how good life gets, we know we're dying...
Why does life have to be so short? We begin with high hopes, & bright dreams, with energy to drive. But all too soon & accelerating years cruelly assault/attack our body, our minds, & plans; stealing away much of what make life worth awhile. We've only just begun to live, it seems, when suddenly it is time to die.
Here where we live-the tears never stop, the hospitals are never empty, the jails are always crowded. The nations are never at peace. Here the daily news is of terrorism & bombing & scandal & divorce & starvation & child abuse & drug addiction & gang rape, & war & death. Here on earth our lives are filled with fear & pain & worry & heartbreak as we march our weary way to the grave.
