Life is fragile. Fickle. And momentary.
The candle burns away- leaving blobs of wax, and smoke. The light does not outlast the candle. But it can.
One candle may light up one or ten or a hundred or several thousands of other candles. Each of these can then spread the same light. And spread the warmth that defines life.
A happy life is a meaningful life.
A happy life is a life of pleasure and pain, of engagement and of anticipation, of living- and dying each moment.
A happy life is a life of significance. Like the candle...
The energy of the Universe is finite, just as the entropy of the Universe is finite. When one life is extinguished another one sprouts up somewhere else.
The soil toils for the plant that grows and the leaves that fall finally return the elements to the soil that generated it. The life forms do the same at another plane... They are born, they grow and they die- merging finally in the pool that generates another being some place, some time.
Birth and death are simply means of cycling the energy in this vast Universe. We know but a figment of this vast firmament.
We may let out light die away and merge with the elements. Or we may consciously light up several others who feel life is a significant force and indeed make this life a significant force.
In another life
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WOW..wonderful!
Thanks Uma... it is gratifying to know that one is being read and that the writing makes sense to someone else, too.
Thanks! Uma!!
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