A constant thought lingering in my head which measures the possibility of its occurrence at any given moment as everyone lives without having a clue of how fragile it is,
A constant realisation which keeps me sober from all the futile illusions of life which hold no importance in the end,
A thought of it which gives me a reason to live a fulfilled and content life,
The contemplation of the possibility of it, which gives me a reason and urges me to have a deliberate, willful and free existence,
A constant and consistent thought which gives me a ground of stability to anchor a meaningful existence,
Neither do I seek it wilfully, nor do I shun the possibility of it,
End of existence or maybe just a possibility of entering a higher consciousness,
But it is there. The possibility of it is the only constant,
It gives me gratitude for what I have….an extra day, an extra second, an extra breath….
It is ‘DEATH’.