I'm going to live

Are you fearful of the end? A bottomless pit of nothingness, the cold, dark, silence, oblivion… pushing up daisies from six feet under. Are you?

Don’t be.

Why should you feel such animosity to something as graceful as a delicate ballet dancer moving a crowd? What would life be without its opposite, nemesis and best friend? To bring beauty, charm, dreams, love in bucket loads every… god… damned… second, you need a comparison and no-one does it better, without a moan or shed tear, than it with a scythe.

I’m far from scared of Death. It would be futile to be so. I can smell its sweet earthy aroma, it’s close, been in my shadow since I screamed my way into this world. No-one knows me better, my secrets, fears, dreams, and when it comes for me, I’ll happily walk stage-left into its warm, understanding arms.

I’m ready.

Content.

But I’m oh so greedy.

I want more.

There’s so much heart and soul in this blue planet; an ageless tree full to the brim with countless blossoms dancing to the wind, a tiny swallow fluttering to and fro and serenading the birth of a new day, emotions (every single one), smiles, kisses, hugs (the biggest), sun rays warming, rain drops playing their beat, dreamy fog, bright white snow, lazy sleep, waking up again, photography, music, film, literature, and countless others, more than there are stars twinkling in the great above, right down… to the perfect laugh of a loved one.

I’m going to live.