~𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱~

inevitable.

Death. 

It's something no one can run from. 

Something inevitable. 

As much as you want to pretend it's not there, 

it's still coming.

You can sit there, 

waiting,

waiting,

waiting, 

for it to grab you by the leg, 

and pull you to your demise. 

Or you can face it. 

Take chances.

Live boldly, 

wildly,

freely. 

Not everyone gets a second shot at life, 

not everyone is chosen. 

Live, 

life, 

to

the

fullest. 

Don't let death fool you. 

They'll be your friend. 

They'll send you love in unexpected ways, 

dragging you closer to them, 

like a lover who now has let you go. 

Where are they now?

Gone. 

Soon that will be you, 

if you decide to sit there, 

waiting, 

waiting,

waiting.

then death will, 

soon enough, 

grab you when you're least expecting,

and drag you to your inevitable demise.