Uncertainty of Life

Scaring ourselves to death over our own death sentences.
Birth is just the poison we all drink. Life but the moment between swallowing and our last breath.
Like the inhaling of smoke, the exhaling of cancer that's sure to appear one way or another.
To never take that breath because one day we must exhale and die is, plainly stated, ignorance.
Holding ones breath just tires; holding onto life can make us exhausted.
We must inhale as deeply as possible, taste every color & smell every rose;
Without fearing exhaling, death, or perhaps just new life.
Inhale, taste, exhale.
Birth, live, die.
Perhaps never to repeat,
But that's the beauty of it.
The certainty of death and uncertainty of life.

Reviews

[charlie]

"Eat, drink, and be merry..." A season for everything, and yes: life is for living. Who knows what dreams may come today.

Nice.