Rhythm of Life
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What is the purpose of life if those that you love are lost.
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What is the purpose of life if those that you love are lost.
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I'm stuck in an infinite limbo, lost of control, helpless, with both the powers of eternal despair and beautiful joy pulling on the heart-strings of my emotions. There is so much beauty in life, outweighing all else. But yet, I find myself inevitably realising, that time is just fickle. Permanency is an idea, imaginary but comforting, giving a false sense of warmth and security in a chaotic world. Yet the truth is that the world breathes in rhythms, the cycles and flows of life are not meant to remain constant. The world and everything within it's boundaries are designed to pulse, sometimes spinning off in a tangent, never to intersect our lives again.
The beauty of life is not in what we have, but in what we once had. After all, when death befalls us we become merely skin and bones, wrapped loosely in decaying garments, our bodies gently decomposing urging to once again join the flows of earth to begin the cycle of life once more. What becomes of our conscience, our spirit, our essence, our soul, this truly no-one knows. We remember not our pasts, and know not our future. We are in a stuck in the infinite limbo of time, shining and pulsing like a star, destined to die a thousand deaths once more.
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