Life

Life is so vulnerable but it always seems to appear in this way.
People always say it’s a matter of dead or alive.
How insulting.

After years of seeing deaths and births, the feelings are still very awkward in expressing.
Death, is it an ending or beginning?
Birth, is it the beginning or ending?
Can anyone confirm about this?

What I believe now?
Do not leave with regrets in things I do or I don’t.
It will be too late when time really has to come.

What is born will die
What has been gathered will be dispersed,
What has been accumulated will be exhausted,
What has been built up will collapse,
And what has been high will be brought low.

This existence of ours is as transient as autumn
clouds.
To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking
at the movements of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky,
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.