Before the hills were made, and the world brought into being, it was decided that man must die.
Life is like a short hour of the night, and we are soon to return to what we were.
We are carried away like a flood, and last no longer than a dream.
We are like weeds that sprout in the morning, grow and burst into bloom, then dry up and die in the evening.
With lives fading away like a whisper, seventy years is all we have, eighty years, if we are strong. Yet all they bring us is trouble. Life is soon over, and we are gone.
Why should meaning be found in one’s life after an encounter with death? Why cross paths with the possibility of mere existence?
Who can give us all the answers to our questions?
Who can teach us how to be happy, because life is so short, and we don’t want to waste any more years feeling unhappy? Who can teach us how to be happy, to the point where we forget all we have been through?
Who can give us as much happiness as the sadness we experienced, during our years of misery, so that we can at least see a little fairness in life? Who can give us now, because when we die, the time stops?
Note: This post was written, to simply remind us that life is short, and we should try as much as possible to be happy. Don’t let the challenges of life get the better of you. It is up to you to be happy. You have the answers.