Posts Tagged ‘WE MUST DIE’


sometimes life is harsh, terrifying and plain destructive. but you get used to it.

your pet rabbit dies when you are five. you cry. after a while you get used to it. after a year you may not remember his/her name.

at the age of twelve your grandma dies. you cry. after a while you get used to it. after few years you may forget all those mythical stories she used to tell you.

at the age of nineteen your girl friend dumps you. you are heart broken. after few weeks you make out with your ex-girl friend’s sister.

at the age of twenty three you kill yourself. few people cry. after a while they get used to it. after a month your obituary runs : “a promising life cut short”.

and then.

sometimes life is great, joyous and simply amazing. then you get used to it.

you get your first bicycle when you are five. you ae so happy. after a while you get used to it. after a year you hate your bicycle.

at the age of twelve you win the first prize at the art competition. you are so happy. after a while you get used to it. after few years you stop drawing doodles.

at the age of nineteen the hottest girl in the neighbour-hood become you girl friend. you are so happy. after a while you get used to it. after a few weeks you make out with her sister.

at the age of twenty three you die in a shooting accident. few people whisper. after a while they get used to it. after a month all the people claim : “it is so sad. i was his only friend. did you check out the new x-box 360?”

remember we must die. and we should get used to it. we always get used to the past. we should get used to the future too. anyways we hardly play any significant role in our own lives.