Essence of Life.

Eighty years into this game,
I still haven’t been able to tame,
This everlasting desire to continue,
Living life in its every single hue.

There were days I gave up completely,
The tide of melancholy setting within me,
Then came days I wished I were immortal,
For life is like a neverending portal,
Filled with every flavor of ecstacy.

A wise man once told me,
“This is all a delusion, you see.”
I replied, very contently,
“It is one I like to believe.”

This was the day I realized,
My desire of letting go had long died.
So here I sit today,
Proud of the decision I then made.