You will wither when the time comes, you will fall when your season has arrived and the last autumn wind blows and shakes you off the branch you have for so long clung to.
But don’t be sad, it is only right that we must give up the space we have occupied, so that new ones from there can grow, else life can not continue.
Verily, death is a form of cleansing, it keeps the conduit through which life flows unclogged. So, put aside your ego, know you’re part of something much bigger than yourself.

Or like flowers, we’re meant to open up facing the sun, the light, the empty space.. and though in the darkness we grew, in the sun we completely blew up, each petal reaches its own way, each limb stretches out in the waiting of a hug from the universe itself.