The day did not begin when the sun rose, did not end when the moon took over the night sky.
The days of love did not begin with a crush, did not end when ours maps did not match.
The days of mourning did not begin with death, did not end after the funeral.
The days of happiness did not begin at a young age, did not end at 80.
In between these times perhaps overlapping or intersecting, learning to live well was always a trait that had to be constantly altered.
How do you live with neither light or darkness,
How do you live without a partner,
How do you live when death is universal,
How do you live when happiness is not always present
The answer to these, do I really have to know them?
Can't I live in blissful ignorance?
What good will it do, when all I am capable of doing is growing and rotting.
But even then, the lovely things cannot be ignored.
