Isn't it devastating
that we all learn at
some point, that we'll
die?
When does that happen?
We cannot be born with
knowledge of death,
that is not possible,
it is not in our bones.
It must acquired,
this fateful blow
to our souls must
be learned.
A snap realization in our lives.
Are we young?
Is that when our innocence
truly fades?
We must become realists,
yes. We cannot act like we
live forever, well, forever.
But those instances
where we do not know
of the human condition.
Before we have felt that
heart-seizing moment
of clarity
that there is no escaping it,
those instances
are pure.
We can't live forever,
but we can try.
This was sparked by the song
"Up From Below"
(Edward Sharpe/Magnetic Zeros)
"I was only five,
when my dad told me I'd die,
I cried as he said 'son, there ain't nothing
to be done"
How sad and strange.
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