Entity
Who are we? A mere entity. Life defines each in an elaborate plan. I look at people around me... people that pass me in a store... on a street. Are we really all that different? If I don't have anything in common with the pharmacist down the street, or the car salesman on TV, or the child crossing a crosswalk, there will always be two things. Life and Death. Life, even if we don't want it is there... and Death is an inevitable ending. Not everyone reaches that "happily ever after", but there will always be "The End". Do we mourn those who die without sufficient age? Do we we smile at those who die peaceful? Do we pitty those who die unworthily? We all know those kind. The kind that are weak and can't stand the human race - those who can't stand themselves. Those who rather live in darkness than see another sunset. Why run to another life when you don't even know what it's going to be... but simply a placement of some sorts? Can you run from this life too? How far can one run before satisfaction is resulted?