To die, to live

To die means to live
To have been born, existed
And to perish

Falling like a leaf from a tree
Withering as a flower under snow
Drying like a stream in drought
Exhaling your last breath…

But what of life?

Is mere existence the purpose?
No destiny beyond the span of consciousness
This adventure building towards…
Turning off the lights?

What meaning exists in the here and now?
Or are you forever searching
Without finding satisfaction?
Do you know fulfillment? Intimately?

Come close, come closer
And let me whisper in your ear
As wind on a cliff at Bon Echo
And wolf gazes at the night sky

There is no secret in this simplicity

Meaning is what you will
Perception is what you will
Feeling is what you will
Friendships, dreams, confidence, happiness
Life is… what you will

So tell me
Will you turn around
And let your fears be obstacles
In your path towards success?
Will you lie, not only to yourself,
But to those you care for, because
You let your fears get in the way?
Will you not risk your life
To live as you dream?
To accept mere existence
And die long before your heart
Completes its rhythm
Forgetting what it is to live

Your past, it matters not
Your status, it matters not
Your thoughts, your wishes, they matter most
‘Cause from here on out
You create your reality

So tell me,
What will it be?

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