In a lifetime, if we are lucky,
we experience many deaths.
The seasons tell us so.
The calendar, death’s creation.
And each spring, a rebirth.
Unless you try to resist-
but then you’ll never grow…
Just bitter with resentment.
Choose to die, and you’ll blossom.
For a lifetime, many defy what makes us human.
What makes us alive.
But there is no greater loss than a life unlived,
or better preparation for the next adventure.


