The knowledge of being cast into the void of death I face it with uncertainty. The sense that the world will not be seen by these eyes again very soon.The prospect of not knowing when and what the experience will be like, is unsettling. The reality of having to face the blackness, the final-Ness is death and on my part,denial and divergence is my only comfort in this.

A waiting game, brings thoughts of should have, could have events, that could have made a difference,not only for my existence but for those who I care about. The loss of dreams and the future potential realities that could be.seen come to light will never be executed by these hands and drive.Those who knew my very existence are indifferent to my plight in life will certainly be the same in my passing and helpless to act on my behalf in this regard.

The thoughts of life and appreciation of it for it’s sake runs strong and drives the denial and divergence to ever increasing intensity as the time comes closer to me.Appreciation of the most simplest of things in life, like a leaf falling from a tree are now viewed with appreciation and awe. The desire for life for life’s sake is now amplified to the point of putting aside the pettiness and shallowness of my fellow man The squandering of time is the squandering of life itself, and in fact hastens the oblivion that awaits us all. It comes faster and sooner than man is willing to accept, by ignoring it, only brings it closer, counter productive for man and any legacy that he hopes to leave behind.