The nothing before existence
The Nothing after it
In between a brief period of life
Of vibrancy
Joy and hope
Pain and suffering
A story played out in the timeline of every living being
A story played out in the timeline of our universe
Ourselves mere mechanisms of entropy
The universe’s own beauty
Between two infinite expanses of nothing
Waste not that beauty
Not in the vanity of an ephemeral eternity
All too soon wiped clean by the ceaseless forward march of time
Not in the impossibility of extension, of escaping the nature of reality
For all promises are mere extensions
Or worse swindles, which will waste your beauty for another
Waste not your beauty in hatred, ruining what time you have
Waste it not in envy, waste it not in greed
Lose not yourself to the grandiosity of what might be
Recognize what you have, and enjoy it
Kind smiles, quiet moments
Hearts filled with the joy of accomplishment or earnest effort
And find yourself at the end of your days
Satisfied with the beauty that was you
“don’t take life too seriously, you will never make it out alive”
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Poetryjust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
