Reality: As It Is
We live in darkness not understanding what’s going on today. Time remains unrevealed, satisfaction not a guarantee. Where doth hope lie because life, in itself, is a miserable reality.
Each pleasure remains another drop of water. And each desire appears to be one of the many evaporated drops of water from the sea. You will never become satisfied because life, in itself, is a miserable reality.
Every man lives a lonesome life with no hope to spare. Where can a man be found who will hear your voice or where lives a man to comfort you when you, my friend, live in the state of despair . . . all alone? You had better adjust your life to despair because life, in itself, is a miserable reality.
Life spoils neath the dreams and goals of humanity. What once prospered now rots. You know not if you will succeed because life, in itself, is a miserable reality.
Death kisses everyone: the rich and the poor; the strong and the weak; the wise and the foolish. What makes you so special? You like the rest of humanity will lie in the dust because life, in itself, is a miserable reality.
Vanity, vanity, vanity, all is vanity. The shame of life will forever dwell on those who live on this side of heaven. What more must there be said when life, in itself, is a miserable reality?