Life goes downhill, by definition, simply because of the cycle of life - Birth, youth, middle age, old age, and inevitably death.
Given such a fate that all living organisms destined for, spring and youth are the most precious, yet not necessarily the most mentally reflective stages of organisms - such is the irony of life - best years are buried in the lack of understanding of self; last years are buried in too much understanding of self, yet a self not to be enjoyed as youths due to natural deterioration of the organism, if not doubled with diseases.
If human civilization is evolutionary, then all is right that exists. To defy fate is useless; yet to defy such a helpless fate is to live. To live a meaningful hour per day, a meaningful day per week, and a meaningful month per year. Meaningful in a sense that each organism is capable of.
When a butterfly flutters to grow and when an antelope springs across the African plain, or even when an earth worm wiggles through its dirt path, they are all living a meaningful life only designed to themselves. Such designs cannot be defied, just like a fish cannot defy its water by flying in the air.
So do your humanly things as humans, as bugs do their buggy things.
When death smiles at you - you can do nothing but smile back...
Hopefully, without too much pain.
林海雪原zhong2019-11-28 14:02:45林海雪原zhong2019-11-28 13:59:58
The life of a mother...
You think you can forget and lead a busy material life. You think that you could go on and numb your senses with the busyness of work, cleaning, cooking, and sleeping. But you can't. You are a walking living memory of your past and your past is always there.
In remembrance we continue the saga of a mother, a family, a clan, a race, and a nation. In remembrance we celebrate the existence of a life, a being, against the eternal existence of darkness and death. Life is conceived at random, fostered through humanly love, highlighted by youthful play, nourished through innocence and experience, and carried on through remembrance of the loved and living.
May your soul rest in peace and comfort Mother. Drop us a rain and paint us a rainbow to say "hello" as we look up the sky and see your face. Thou shalt not be forgotten; not on earth and certainly not in Heaven.
Given such a fate that all living organisms destined for, spring and youth are the most precious, yet not necessarily the most mentally reflective stages of organisms - such is the irony of life - best years are buried in the lack of understanding of self; last years are buried in too much understanding of self, yet a self not to be enjoyed as youths due to natural deterioration of the organism, if not doubled with diseases.
If human civilization is evolutionary, then all is right that exists. To defy fate is useless; yet to defy such a helpless fate is to live. To live a meaningful hour per day, a meaningful day per week, and a meaningful month per year. Meaningful in a sense that each organism is capable of.
When a butterfly flutters to grow and when an antelope springs across the African plain, or even when an earth worm wiggles through its dirt path, they are all living a meaningful life only designed to themselves. Such designs cannot be defied, just like a fish cannot defy its water by flying in the air.
So do your humanly things as humans, as bugs do their buggy things.
When death smiles at you - you can do nothing but smile back...
Hopefully, without too much pain.