A man left his house this morning, he went all around, visited people, had funs and when the night came, he returned back to his house just the way he had left the house in the morning, funny enough, he seems to have forgotten the funs he had, the people he visited, the pain he felt, the joy he had but only for him to fall deeply asleep with a blank memory and pretending none of these had happened to him during the day.
This is how life is to every man, no matter where we might have gone to, our journey would be completed only when we can make it back to our origin after we sojourn through life regardless of what we are privileged to attain and encounter during our journey on earth... Whether we are rich, poor, successful, famous, noble, mediocre and disable, these are all nothing and less important cause when we get to our destination, they will all become useless... But what count is us getting to our destination.
Our final destination in life is death that returns us back to our origin but the truth about it is just that, if one think about the day one will die and one will unveil the door of everlasting happiness in life, for one will forget all their pains and all that they have gone through... life goes on but remember,the beginning of a race is not as glorious, blissful and peaceful as that of the end of it.
Condolence to my fellow funaabites and everyone that make it back home this year and to those of us that our Journey in life still continue, wishing you one with ease.