Final destination

It seems to me that life is determined, not by the absence of death and that which follows, but by the presents of death and all those casualties. The light we may see in the end of the tunnel, when death roared over us but not yet due with time, is the goal of our life. The ending of all that is contradictory from our essence. The new beginning at life's end.





Yesterday. A day, which once meant so much. Now it seemed as just an other day in an uncertain range of days to come. The day represented multiple notifications. Amongst those my bothers birthday. Strange how that date also happened to provide me with an wider understanding of the phrase "you must get worse before you can become better". Strange how a date of joy for my brother also mark a turning point in my own life, both good and bad it was. Both the good memories and the bad news, were apparently of no significant then, or now. Nevertheless I still looked over my shoulder with emotions.





It seems to me that life changes in a split second. Never constant, always changing. You're happy with the small changes in life, even some vital news given that should shake your existence can be over looked, whilst life in it's whole is looking bright. Other news devastates you, and those news don't even have to be vital. It's the small things that destroy you. And life is never constant.




It seems to me that the only constant we know in life, is death and the new beginning there after. What will be your final destination if you could see death, like the youth in the "final destination" - films. Would you run, or embrace her?



edit: Life nurses it's seed to grow therefore she must be a caring mother, then death must be an other kind of mother, who's kindness and truthfulness sets you free or capture you before you were due.