AM I ALIVE?

I spotted a small bird, walking wearily. Concerned, I asked, ‘What happened, dear friend? Are you sick?’ The bird forced a feeble smile, one that seemed on the brink of death, and replied, ‘I am non-living things.’


I chuckled, but before I could speak, it continued, ‘Sometimes, I feel like a dying bird. I don’t know if I’m right or wrong. Life itself is a maze of confusion. If we’re here on earth to relish our existence, then I believe I am not alive. However, if we’re here to endure, suffer, and suffer some more, then I am alive. We only have one life, and it’s brimming with suffering. But no matter how dire the situation, I don’t want to die, for true death is even more dreadful than living.’


                    Naseeb Auwal 

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