Who knew the many changes a body undergoes to bring a life into this world
Who knew that each day will bring with it its own joy,new experiences, and difficulty
Everyone tells you couched in abstract terms, for each the journey is different
Who knew that you’d love the feeling of the experience…but be torn by the changes
Who knew it was so difficult yet so easy
Who knows anything of life?
Does anything last? Life. ..Death all transient…
Memories fade. .. why do we believe in permanency?
We’re a selfish race, deluding ourselves that we live for others whereas every action is motivated by self.
Who remembers us but us? Generations pass and all that’s left of us for them to know is the sand beneath their feet
Do we really believe that we live forever through our inheritors? Or is our inheritance being squandered away…
What happens the next minute is unpredictable…why plan for decades to come?