Every human being has a story to tell.
Being that we are human, the quest is to be.
Our life journeys of drama are food for ripe ears.
Those who’ve been being human for dozens of years
Offer tales of significance. Often carefree,
What they do for a living they do very well.

 A wise vendor of vegetables by nature
Is outgoing, kindhearted, and beaming with life.
Having not always been that way, something occurred
Where the life force within them, sufficiently stirred,
Was awakened completely. How they handle strife
Is to grow through the process that they may endure.

Knowing that we are mortal is something most take
With a grain of indifference. Yet it is true
That if we lived forever we’d grow more insane,
Acting out in all ways that yield utter disdain.
Somewhat sane we are now because we think things through,
Knowing our time is brief here. Safe choices we make.

So to live and to die mean exactly the same.
I can know that I’m living by all that I feel.
But I also am dying slowly day by day.
The process will complete one day. Life is this way.
Being conscious of mortality is for real.
Righteousness is in knowing that life is a game.