Dainty desire - Death

Death, you sly thing. You wear this veil of illusion pretending you are the ultimate end. How cruel of you to make humans drool. For you are not the end but the beginning. For good and bad. However, you escape through the gaps of fingers who truly want you and hold close the ones who run away from you. In both cases, You hold power. And who gives them? Us, humans, naive and "mindful" people. Within the reach of hands when needed but hardly the courage in heart. Hope disguised as lack of courage. A sliver of hope. Hope, deadlier than death itself buried deep into souls. Always looking forward, always hoping. A calling perhaps? A guidance perhaps? Who are we to realize? Mere souls tied up in karma. The true question is...did we consent to this? Is this some sophisticated squid game? What's our origin and why are we so aware? 3am questions emerging way earlier than promised. 

Design is so goated that the number of answers exceed the number of questions. Are we forgetting something or remembering something? Or both? It's both. Remembering through forgetting versions of us that no longer define us. Every version we shed, we are closer to the core of us. Core that needs to be protected, guided and celebrated. So, it is the death of these versions that's actual death. A death from within and that serves purpose. What purpose you ask? Brother, I wouldn't exist in this realm if I was aware of it. But we will remember, eventually, in it's own time, when it's time. Until then, we walk, we trip, we fall, we bury, we rise, we fly and repeat. Chao!