face of death

Something strucked me this morning.

I realize , that no matter how proud we are for all the achievements we have made.

No matter how strong we are struggling in this very cruel world

No matter how far and long we have run

No matter how planned and organized our whole life are

No matter how much love we have for the people around us

No matter how tall we have climbed and how great we have developed

It all would be meant nothing

It is just a dust, in the face of our creator.

He could shut it out in the blink of eye, at anytime he likes

I realize we can be so small, in front of the face of death..


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