the Life-Dream

I wonder how everything comes to us, happens to us , leaves a mark and into the oblivion it dies ,how excruciating it is to realise ,how bad it is to realise ....to realise that death is but the only inevitable.

The death I speak of is not a man's death ,but is the death of abstract entities, it is the Death March of relationships ,pleasures , fondness or even sorrows , pains.

This proposition in other words, will Cry : that every thing that feels tremendously good or overwhelming today shall cease to excite you someday ,which is by all means the definition of death: end of life.

It has to be noted that maybe you will be alive again and feel the different domain of pain and happiness ,but, the future is not consoling, the present on the contrary is. This present I mention , against the popular belief, shall be lived in sorrow.

One must be forced to wonder that ,Things ,moods, people, conditions, likes and dislikes of NOW will fade away ,will be gone ...but will remain that feeling you had ,when you had first encountered one of those.

And this realisation of end shall break a person.

You see how we face death every now and then?

Death encircles us like a dream or the eternal sleep that encircles us from before the birth and beyond ...

...the end of life.