Sunday, April 06, 2008

What is life?

Life for me was an unwanted gift.
One of those things you receive for Christmas and make you thinking you would like Christmas didn't exist, because you do not like the gift, you do not want the gift, and you feel obliged to pay back with something else.
May be another unwanted gift.
Life is something imposed on us, something sometimes we do not know what to do with.
Something we must grab to, because death looks even worse.
And the nicer your life looks, the worse death is.
May be that is why we have to suffer for dying.
Because we welcome the end.
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