Skye

Like the spring flowers blossom in, so shall our lives begin. We are born innocent of violence and suffering, and from all the screams that the world is thundering. But from these ignorant, feeble minds, will come the future of mankind. And as our youth marches on, the season of summer comes along. Basking in our adolescent haze, we try to live to seize the days. We become foundations of who we strive to be, while still trying to live young and carefree. But even though the stars are for our taking, very few will cease from breaking. As we become young men and women, we must leave behind the toys we loved as children. For, even though we may now bask in the sun, new trials have yet to come. As we move to our middle-age, the autumn’s leaves begin to change. Plans to live carefree and wild have been replaced by your hungry child. Drinking, partying, and sleeping all day are changed into working for your corporate pay. The one who could never be tied down has two smiling children and a dog running around. We work long days to pay a bill or a tax, while looking forward to the day we can relax. But as time slowly creeps on, we age till a new season has begun. And as we begin to grow old and grey, our bones grow cold like a winter’s day. We look back on days in the past, and wonder how they moved so fast. Many friends and love ones have gone; a great sorrow of a life lived so long. And as we approach our own life’s midnight, we prepare for that allegorical “white light”. Then, when we feel the icy, cold wind rolling in, we try to greet Death as an old friend. For, just as one chapter of the book of life ends, the next is surely just around the bend. We may then find the answer to the question that causes every great philosopher strife; what is the meaning of life?