Mortal

mortal
a standalone by Night
'The clock is ticking. I am sure it is. The wind is blowing. I am certain it is. The river is flowing. I am sure it is. But why do I believe these things? Is it silly to simply believe without knowing for certain? No. For some things are immortal and neverceasing. Sady, humans aren't like clocks, or the wind, or a river. We cannot live forever. Our purpose is not clear, an obvious path layed out before us. Maybe we are lucky, for surely a clock does not enjoy ticking all day long. But it does not matter if we are lukcky or not. For our feelings do not change the truth. We are mortal wether we like it or not, so perhaps, instead of trying to find a loophole in natures normal way of living then dying, we should accept it. For it will not go away.'