Life

What is the point of it all? It's kind of ironic question. I think the anwser may be - The silent. If I had to say something. I would say that loneliness and absence is an absoulte part of my life.

Death.

It's a frightening thought. It's something that I don't want to happen. Much as I think out life in this world is often a pretty messy affair, I still would like to hang around.

I don't know the basic reason why I should want to or the basic reason why I should be afraid of it. What does it means that I'm going to leave?

As I sit out now on my deck of the house. I look at the trees blowing a little in the breeze. And I've seen them innumerable times. But somehow seeing the trees this time is a transcendent experience.

Death is not just a theoretical question for me, which so many things can be. It's the one thing that is central to my existence that I have tried to come to terms with…And have failed.

So I just go on existing, that is the truth of it is existing. And waiting. Waiting until I have to say goodbye.