Life is many things.
Life is false hope that things will get better
The hope is false because inversely things will always get worse
no matter how much better they become.
Life is valuable, because it is so easy to take away.
The value comes not from taking it away
but resisting the temptation too.
Life is a gift we never asked to recieve
like getting socks on Christmas instead of that N64 you wanted.
In the end, life just serves as a prelude to death.
It is what it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem