Shortening the Distance

Birth is the beginning of a quest which is unseen to human eyes, sadly ending on our unpredictable death, but not living another day shortens that distance. Who decides our fate in ways so drastic, unfolding events happy or tragic? Who diverges the course of our days, when hopelessness grips our desperate souls? If dreams are built to become exinct, to suddenly turn into detritus and dust... devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness? Despair is utterly exgeneous, exploding when thoughts become tense, expanding as wild fire to burn everything in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind. Some choose to end life, not valuing its sacredness and purpose; shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief? Gracefully age as Moses did, never thinking of shortening the distance; gain more wisdom as you live... to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence.