Why would anyone become so joyous at the realization of a limited lifespan? Why such excitement at the limit of ones life?
Is it the magnification of purpose, the seemingly endless daily tasks now nothing more than stepping stones to the greater glory of ascension from the material to the plane of pure energy? A flash of understanding that occurs in moments of duress, now extended to an epiphany that lasts four years long, years which are now eternities in their own right. To see that ending coming is to know respite in its most basic form. No more debate over the nature of the passing. It does not matter to one whos going to see
Imagine a wolf is bred in captivity. She has known nothing but harsh words her whole life, the cold feeling of hate for being Who She Is. She suddenly is rescued from that 'life'. For the first time ever, She is shown a kind word. A little understanding. She is confused by this. She is uncertain. Does she do what is instinctive, and bite the hand of friendship held out to her? Or does she do what could hurt her, and lick the hand? So she bites the hand. She is uncertain, fearful. She doesn't want to get hurt again. But despite that, the hand is still there. Wounded......but still there. And yet, the hand doesn't understand that she cries for