It’s something you feel, and something you see around everyday.
When you know the end, reading the story, becomes futility, or wasting your time.
You know that everyone in this room will pass away, you know that those singing voices will decrease by time … and maybe all what you will hear then is your voice singing the same song, in the same room, sitting on the same chair … but no one will be there to listen, and no one will be there to blow out the birthday candles.
Yet …. you are still singing.
Someone's life 