Life Is Terminal

Life Is Terminal By: Olivia Rodrigue Though there is light ever present It fades, flickers and is swallowed Life passes in snippets and snapshots moments and memories heads full but hallowed As people we are more than one person in life we are us we are we we are friend, lover sister, brother Learning so much yet so little is recalled facts and figures memorized we walk around one goal to reach oblivious to another As people we have culture Stipulations and norms We behave as we’re told We learn to live by laws Behave by rules Earn by adherence and grow old Each facet is different in each face Each a running tale Each wrinkle and blemish Each scar Each bruise Each figure An outward expression of a life A story untold As a person we are inherently egocentric We judge by the smutty strands slipping off the shadowy shivering silhouettes of strangers Though we know next to nothing of their unraveling tales Perfection is a nonexistent concept that we unremittingly, unfeelingly, unwittingly try to achieve Success is never easy He, She, It learns this by creating, planning, scheduling, and meticulously marauding time Then life laughs And He, She, It watches as their plans deteriorate and generate a belligerent sequel where He, She, It fails Time can be measured, set, and meticulously planned Clocks, time zones, minutes, hours, days, months, years Are all man made But time cannot be borrowed, manipulated, or created It is constant like gravity Trails treaded tastes devoured experience and wisdom gained in minute packages our world is one of many each perception a glimpse at another universe of captured time roads revealed are but small glances of an unabridged reality Life is terminal Like light it is a cycle of brilliance and blackness Forever is a delusion as are never and always We are the lucky ones Though the physical impression of our inimitable footprint may leave this earth Opportunities for love, beauty, and compassion are boundless A part of you that can be shared A part that stays