Life and death are constant companions
They go hand in hand, they never part
No matter how we try to run from them
They always find a way to catch up to us.
Death is a mystery, it's shrouded in secrecy It lurks in the shadows, it's ever present.
Life is a journey, but it's also a destination It can be full of joy and happiness or full of sadness and pain.
We're constantly changing, we're growing older and wiser But at the end of our journey, death will catch up with us too.
We know the day we are born but we don't know the day we die, very cool reflection.
Death is something that always happens to someone else. We are unable to experience death. We will not remember our demise. We will be unaware of it. As a result, it is a concept that only those left to mourn the dead can understand and live through.
Life is merely a word. We exist, but we do not live. We are alive, but life is not something that happens to us. We experience a wide range of emotions and sensations as a result of chemicals in our brain. This, we believe, is referred to as consciousness. We believe that is the purpose of life and that we have control over it.