New year , new start,
Nothing’s changed ,
Pretty much the same.
It’s vicious cycle ,
Repeats all over again.

Will I ever be fulfilled?
Is my time on earth ever gonna be fulfilled?
Will I be able to face death ?
What scares me the most is not my own death
But my beloved one’s faith .
Will I be able to accept my loved one’s death.
As I see myself growing old
So is my parents growing old in time.
Hits me with an epiphany
That time waits for none.
I can’t imagine what’s to come in next 50years
Guess I am just overthinking
But in 50years I will be 76
My parents won’t be here
My siblings will have families
And I will be old and delicate
At my bed just waiting for death

Then it gets me thinking my bond , my love
And my emotions are all just temporary.
Even if blood is thicker than water.
Nothing is forever.
We will be all gone n forgotten
Next 100years there will be no sign of existence of us.
How many great grandchildren are going to remember us?
So we should live for ourselves ?