asked me what was the meaning of life knowing when my end will occur,I could not give an answer,after all,death comes for everyone sooner or later.
But how can one accept it so breathlessly if one is not even at the beginning of life...an excruciating pain pervaded my chest...I will probably take this question with me to the grave.
however, I wonder what I could have ever done in my previous life to deserve all this pain..what could I have ever done to deserve such an early death.
This thought assails me,karma goes against me ennot understanding how or why fills me with question marks,the disappointment at the news of the disease,the pain in knowing that whatever I may ever attempt I will die anyway.I already see death watching me from afar and waiting for the moment when it will finally take me with it ...probably laughing at meer my vain attempts to postpone that so sad but ievitable event
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The destruction of my being
General FictionA life chased by death, will there ever be salvation?
