Monday, April 28, 2014

To Live

What does it take
to make people realize that life is short?
It's temporary.
Do they need a terminal illness
to open their eyes?
To start gripping onto
the little things--
when it's a little too late?
Life is short.
It's temporary.
Death is a promise.
The moment we were born--
we are preparing to die.
Along the way, the purpose of living
is to be searched as if it's buried underground--
like a treasure.
Why bother living when we will end up dead anyway?
God.
Isn't that a reason?
For Him we live and for Him we die.
Is that not enough reason?
Suicide?
There were no realistic moon--
for their stars are dirt.
There are no reason to live but to die.