The inside.

Death

The inevitable.

The only thing that is certain.

The one thing no one can escape.

We are all Life's presents to Death.

Wrapped up tight in a coffin with flowers.

Or in ashes that scatter.

Death is sad.

Death is soothing.

Death is eternal sleep.

It is a lot of thing.

Different things.

To different people.

We all "meet our maker" in the end.

We die to live.

And live to die.

We think we can one day out smart death.

How ignorant this race is.

How naïve of us.

Death is what motivates us.

We do well in life so we can die happy.

Or we choose death instead of life so we can finally find happiness.

Some die peacefully in their sleep.

Others in agonizing pain.

Death is the only thing everyone has in common.

Death is what connects us to nature and pushes us to nurture.

Death is. . .

Inevitable.