Of things less talked about

Invariably, there comes a time in man's life when there is nothing, absolutely nothing to hold on to, no hope, no happiness and when he cannot even hold onto himself! The mind fails and he is left with a body that started to flounder long before his mind. Broken, maimed, battered and diseased, he literally trudges on, sometimes in malodorous bogs and mires. He takes a beating from life itself. Passe are memories, friendships, soul mates, loved ones and surely all those other empty objects of material desire. It is one life and it ends right there- no explanations, no afterlife, nothing to carry on and almost surely his history disappears as well, from whence it never started. It vanishes in a few blinks - blood, sinew and all. But it is not terrible, not bad at all. If you think about it- mortality sometimes makes life bearable. It is after all a short time in a single life. Make what you can, the most of it, for you cannot live it again and actually at the end of it all- one may not want to either!