Face in the rain, getting hit by the pain.
This puts to shame what I always knew wouldn't be the same.
Thought my life was in order but I couldn't even sort of
get a grasp on the new or some wisdom from the older.
Thrown into this day without a say in the matter.
Yeah, that might sound angsty, but this life leads itself to a kind of
banter that consumes a self aware mind.
Slapping question marks on the concepts that make up life.
Each day the same, only sleep creates a new sense of time.
Hit rewind.
Wait, no fuck that.
Only living once is shown to grant us passage from this exile and return us to our home.
From nothingness we start and into nothingness we'll end.
The shortness of life isn't what's to be lamented.
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#Schopenhauer
شِعرThis poem was inspired by a quote from German Existentialist Arthur Schopenhauer - "The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it." When I first read this I interpreted it through a completely wrong lens and saw it as sayi...
