Life is a journey
Even after death, it continues
The old man sat alone, watching the sunset on the deserted beach while the waves crashed onto the shore. He pondered on the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death. When his grandson appeared out of nowhere, and asked, "What's the point of life, if we're all going to die anyway?"
He smiled and replied, "The point of life is not to avoid death, but to live fully until it comes. It's about the experiences we have, the people we love, and the legacy we leave behind. Our end in life is part of a journey."
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Oluremi Adeoye
An accomplished writer who loves contributing articles and stories to Vocal media. My writing focuses on a variety of topics and is known for clarity, insightfulness, and practical advice.
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I always think about the point of living this life too.. but i guess i got the right answer. thanks
This stopped me in my tracks. Thought provoking!