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O Fragile Life of the Human Race...

Ever thought of the fragile life of the Human Race? Think again, and it comes with that poignant question, " Why do we live less than a forest tree? " Even a turtle lives longer than us... it must know the secret to longevity! These perfect bodies will lose their beauty, and once those first ugly wrinkles appear on our faces; and the unradiant skin begins to sag, finding it impossible to lie about its true age! And we search for that miraculous cream to erase them...hiding the embarrassment of growing old! If mirrors show our true selves, why are we afraid of a real image and try to add more time to the fragile life of the Human Race: by looking to the stars... instead of trusting in God! But some of us refuse to confront the unchangeable, hard truth and rather believe the greatest lie, thus, making us so miserable...enough to die! Gracefully embrace your old age, and take advantage of its wisdom... laugh hard at those fools or so-called idiots; they may be still young and unaware of their actions... and like you, they will reach that stage when they'll come face to face with doom! O fragile life of the Human Race, weren't you given a beautiful promise and a freedom without boundary...... when obedience was shown daily, and thoughts of avarice and envy didn't keep them from a Creator who blessed them with grace... to extend His kindness and favor?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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