There are many times in life, that one would ponder over our existence.
life in general, is measure in time. and if time does not register, do we stop growing/aging?
the mortification of death, applying of taboos on the usually uncontrollable, is it a mean to stop us from pondering beyond the beyonds?
people often have ambitions, dreams or goals in their lives.
how many of these people, wish upon the brightest star, that they would pass on happily and seeks out the method/way to do so?
i once read this line, from a book i can't remember. (likely to be from angela's ashes)
"The single most noble act that we do each day, is deciding to not to die"