Tick TockA clock is merely an example of our lives.
We live off of only one battery.
Our lives tick away as we go.
Taking the damages of everyday use, wear and tear.
We simply tick along with the clocks.
Our batteries are in use constantly.
Keeping us ticking, keeping us moving.
Until one fatal day, the batter stops.
And the clock doesn't move on.
Sure, you can try to recharge the batteries, but it doesn't work.
You're going to die.
Once the clock has stopped going on, it's the end for us.
It's the end, eventually everyone will be a dead clock.
The clocks are just like us.
Eventually to live and then die.
To meet its end.
Why do we tick if we're going to die?
We do it for living.
We do it for the ticking.
Making sure we leave something on the earth before our time.
Like the clocks, we move.
We move until we can no longer.
We move until there's nothing left.
We move until it's our end.
We move simply for the sake of moving.
Then, shall be the time for our clocks to end.
Death.Death grips the lands, squeezing it. It was simply doing its job, but it was villianized. Many people hate it. Others didn't care. Dealing with it is only half the battle. It's a matter of acceptance.
Are humans really strong enough to handle it? Knowing your loved ones, strangers, even you will disappear from the earth.. it's unnerving. Someone moving away, it's different. You can visit them. Heaven & Hell are an unreachable dream and nightmare. It's a place where you can't be saved from, doomed to either perfection or unimaginable terror.
People can't stand the thought of death. Even people who have done things wrong, they get good wishes. "RIP", "HAVE FUN IN HEAVEN." Have you ever seen another wishing death to someone? Wishing them to Hell, in hopes their words are the bricks that tie them down until they drown with fire? I haven't, not unless I look in a mirror.
No one can say for sure what happens after. No one knows. It's a gamble. Either take a change, live a good life and hope