Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement, for not even the very wise can see all ends.
I am dying. Every day, with every breath I draw, I am closer to the end of my life. For we are born with a finite number of breaths, and each one I take edges the sunlight that is my life toward the inevitable dusk.
Life is not about the breaths you take. But the moments that take your breathe away.
Duty might be heavier than a mountain, but death certainly is lighter than a feather.
This …. i must believe.
Cheers
ps: Death is Over-Rated.
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