Life is so fragile, so frail, so ephemeral.
Death is an ongoing process, as is life. It's universal.
But it's only when it happens around us,
that we realise the gravity of this cyclic reality.
Ten years back a journey began that lead one after another
into a world full of wonder, beauty and inspiration.
In a decade offset by one decease
and marred by many a scars, yet astounding accomplishments,
here comes a time, a year, or rather few years
when the dearest have gone, the nearest have left and
the ones to look upto, now can only be felt within.
Family, friends, teachers, mentors and the beloved,
not excluding ourselves all are of this impermanent nature.
Everything that is conditioned and has a cause
is subject to this harsh becoming.
Why then have and develop this futile ego? Just let go!
Dwelling on death humbles, scars and becomes a balm,
all at the same time. Other times chance saves us and those we love. We attribute it to fate or god. But neither exists.
It's only either the right decision or the wonders of modern medicine, both of which are created by us.
Everything is in our control, feeling, substance and all.
Have patience, think, act, create, be passionate
and never believe anyone except your very conscience.
Afterall life is so fragile, so frail, so ephemeral,
one needs at least to leave a good dent on this world.