Ashes to Ashes...Dust to Dust...

Where did we come from...where do we go? This body oh this body...awaken from dust, only to slumber back into dust. Did you ever think about it? Isn't it ludicrous that we are born into families, taken care of tenderly, made to work hard, build eternal relationships, grow old, face sickness and all of this just to die some day? To be ashes, to be dust...to go back to where we started as? Hold on, is this a joke! No it's not - who lives forever? No one. Good or bad, rich or poor, pretty or ugly, strong or weak, black or white, one thing is guaranteed in life...death. Nothing else in life is as certain as death. As cold as it sounds, it is the frozen truth! And we will never be here again...not the same you...maybe in a different attire but not this 'you' again. Some folks leave early, some leave later...nobody knows why. We all possess the same return ticket, but with diverse durations. Then why, why all the fuss, why the bonds, why the pressure, why the tears, why the whimper, why the trials? After all, if we get only one life, why the momentary content and why the incessant anguish then? I wish I knew the answer but I am afraid I don't. Life is an ephemeral circus. For what do you get at the end of the show - NOTHING. You just have to turn out the lights, the music off, disrobe your colorful costumes and brace yourself while you step out of the ring, leaving behind your kith and kin, with whom you once performed. And when you depart, you cannot take anything with you...for nothing here belongs to you...nothing at all...not your mother, not your father, not your favourite CDs, not your lover, not your money, not your car, not your pride, not even your body. You just turn into ashes...to dust...poof!! You're gone. For dust you are, And to dust you shall return...