All life ends in tragedy.
Yours, mine, everyone's.
And the reason is simple: death.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, we are all or corpses in the making. A tragedy waiting to happen.
However, if you think it matters not what path you're on when all roads lead to a coffin, you'd be wrong.
Quite the opposite.
It's the path; that's what matters the most.
Fear, tears, grief... that's your ultimate fate. You can't control that more than you can control the setting sun. What you can do is find joy along the way and bring it with you on your journey.
Because, the real tragedy would be that, knowing our fate, we never lived at all.
And what is life if not the pursuit of happiness?
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Fading Echoes
PoetryThese are not poems. This is not a story. This is my soul poured into words. That voice you hear in your head as you read this, that's me. I don't know where I am, but I'm talking to you. Isn't that a miracle? You're hearing the fading echoes of wha...
