Was death not the only thing life has promised us the moment we were born?
It did not promise us wealth. It did not promise us success. It did not promise us health, and it certainly did not promise us happiness.
Death, is the only thing this fallen life on earth has, and can promise us the moment we are born into it.
So, why do we act surprise when death approaches and strikes?
Are our days on this earth not numbered?
Do you not know Death has been waiting patiently alongside you all this time, its reaper on your neck, ready for its chance to draw it and to claim you?
Why do we ignore him as if he is wearing an invisible cloak?
Why do you refuse to think about or talk about death?
What about what comes next?
What comes next, my beloved, do you have no concern?
A Whirldwind of My Mind 