What we love with passion undoes us. This is known.
So in choosing love we accept death.
Embrace it. Know that it comes regardless.
Some claim to love life, yet simply fear death.
They straddle the sidelines. Forever safe.
From a comfortable distance. And they live. They exist.
But what life is this?
Is it better to risk all and love with passion?
…or quietly from the womb like cocoon of a reclining chair?