The words people do not speak are louder than the one's they do *** If we knew what comes next,then we never would have worry *** You have to start over.That's what they say.But life is not a board of games,and losing a love one is never really "starting over",more like "continuing without".
Birds are not late.A dog does not check it's watch.Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.Man alone measures time.Man alone chimes the hour.And because of this,man alone a paralyzing fear that no other creatures endures.A fear of time running out
Soon,man will count all his days,and then smaller segments of the day,and then smaller still-until the counting consumes him,and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost
As mankind grew obsessed with it's hours,the sorrow of permanent time became a permanent hole in the human heart.People fretted over missed chances,over inefficient days;they worried constantly about how long they would live,because counting life's moment had led,inevitably to counting down
some would say during funeral "it's as if he knows he's going to die but as far as Eddie could tell,when your time came,it came.You might say something smart on your way out,but you might just easily say something stupid.
It might seem strange to start a story with an ending but all endings are also begginings.We just don't know it at time
some had died young,and some had been given a chance to grow old before a disease or an accident took them away