Whether you delay or you deny, death will come to you anyway. All that we plan to do in future, all our dreams and aspirations, go in waste. It disappears in split seconds. By the time we start living, it is already too late. The trouble is that we think we have time. Is it why we create? We want to leave behind our legacy. Something that leaves our trail, for people to remember us even after we are gone. Life is so unpredictable and unfair, it demands us to live on the edge, else to not live at all! We all are mere puppets, as he wants, we perform. Acknowledge the worth of every breath you take because all we have is now and this too shall pass.