It is not a curse that we die.
It is not a horrible fate.
It is not bad.
It is simple.
Death is a gift.
Life cannot exist without it.
Death must occur to grant life.
The only reason we have come to hate it.
To be depressed by it.
To fear it.
Is because we live.
Because we exist to place value.
And that judgement we all make,
Is that life is greater than death.
Something we could never do
If death didn't make way for us to be.
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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