About Life

By Cliff Lake

 

About Life

 

The world is about life.

The world is about death.

Thus has it been since before you were born,

Thus it is since before I arrived.

We do not control death,

But there are some who would control life.

All life,

My life,

Your life.

They will establish rules for life,

Rules not found in nature,

Some rules that nature abhors.

They would make your life ruled by them,

And if you will not be ruled in life,

They will serve death.

They will not live by their rules,

They will live as they please,

Exposing their rot.

Should you challenge their way of living,

They answer, “That’s life. Deal with it.”

What sort of life is that?

That we must appease and honor them,

Even after death,

That do not honor us?

Is that not life simply shambling toward death?

Life is for the living.

Why can we not live our lives?

Why can we not allow others to live theirs?

Are we to impose our lives on them?

Are we to deliver them death

If we do not care for their way of life?

Are we to force upon them a life

They would otherwise not live?

Are we to allow others to enforce lifestyle?

Is that any way to live,

Or to love?

And once you have met death,

How will you then enforce life?

Live your life.

Are you so certain of it,

That you must live everyone else’s as well?

There is enough death to go around,

That one need not hand it out so freely.

The world is about life.

The world is about death.

Thus has it been since before you were born,

Thus it will be once you have lived.

Thus it will continue to be after that life.

Live today.

Let the other lives be.

 

Cliff Lake 1/27/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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