There is nothing like a long rest at the end of a hard day's work. Why should a hard life's work be any different?
Shakespeare, the man of wise words, has written of our mortality and 'dusty death' as:
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep" (The Tempest)
If this life is a dream and death merely a sleep, why the tears?
It is the dream that counts, the life that we live, what we make of who we are and the life that we lead, how we make the most of the journey. If the journey is from the womb to the tomb, get off at every single stop, enjoy every single scenery, meet as many fellow passengers as you can...for it is a one-way journey and there is no knowing when it will end.
"The little masquerade that we call life
Sometimes overcast, sometimes bright
Wrapped up with sleep on either side
Is a mere journey from the womb
Of a woman with legs wide open
Straddling a gaping tomb."
Photograph by Suby
Words by Sinem
"Ars longa, vita brevis"