Death, never ending to those who still live
Life, a happiness that cannot be expressed by mere actions
Living, an act of enjoying all that life has to offer
Dieing, The act of leaving this world for a far far better place
We are born, we live our lives as we see fit, and then we die.
But what is life?
A fleeting moment in history?
Or a lifetime of emotions?
Do we live for others?
Or just for ourselves?
This is a question everybody wonders about at some point in their lives.
So i ask you, Do we remember our loved ones by the way they lived?
Or are we always haunted by the lack of them in our lives?
I say we live. And remember them how they lived their lives.
That is how they would want it now isn't it?
Would they want you to be sad that they died?
Or happy they lived?
RIP-HoshiAstarte's Grandma-Mar 16, 2009