Who doesn’t want to enjoy the slow defeats within a long life?
Let death claim its single victory, while we take a thousand dances under the bright sun of delusion. Each moment another victory against the inevitable. Each tomorrow a new day – apart from once.
But is death such a big loss?
I know quite a few dead people and,one thing for certain is, they don’t annoy me anymore.
I was not responsible for their deaths,as you know.
Is death the final defeat or is it a draw at the close of play ?
Even so, we can learn to treasure our small victories and those special moments, while our tomorrows fall away.