Life?

Is my life only to be felt like I'm stumbling in the dark? How are we to accept the insurmountable, the inevitable changing seasons of our life? Is there some grand surprise when we finally arrive? When what we’ve come to know reach’s it’s end. I fight back my tears until they rebel. Desperate they have become, finding any opportunity for relief. As my spirit is weary within my body’s aging shell. I’m told everything has it's purpose, I just wish I could remember mine. Being willing too, I’m told will lighten my dark paths surface. I try to hide my fears, hoping there is a God and be merciful,in that I might find I still exist long after father time. Is the fear of death universal? Never to escape the same fate as those who have gone before. Expected to just let go of life when that day comes. How am I to go? Perhaps suffer from a disease’s fatal blow? Hold on the brakes are gone. But where are we going? Some say heaven some say hell. Will I then be freed from sorrows spell? What I really want to know is, Will I die without love I could never find? Or will love find me in the nick of time?