Sometimes....
We wish to understand the world and what is our purpose here...
I believe we are here to complete a specific duty, everyone one of us. I have not found mine, or I may have. I just do not understand it yet....
Some how once we have completed what we are here to do, we may rest, never to arise or disturb those who are fortunate enough to linger on longer than others...
There is no flaw in being mortal.
Though there is flaw in dying before you have completed what you have been set out to do...
My death will come after I have completed my task. But I shall not die, having it incomplete.
Some how I know that all of us will perish together, on the same day. I feel it... Age will not take me as it does to some. That is no fitting death for us...
