Every day I observe life, death, and birth.
Everyday I read of each in the local paper (or my Facebook timeline).
Everyday people are born.
Everyday people die.
Everyday people experience being.
Everyday things happen which involve suffering and sadness.
Everyday things happen which involve jubilation and joy.
The tree is the product of the seed.
The seed is the product of the tree.
Certain trees provide sustenance for my existence.
A falling tree can end my existence.
A soft breeze can make me comfortable.
Violent wind can be the source of my death.
Water consumed can sustain my being.
Water consumed can kill me.
The effects of sunshine on my skin can comfort me.
The effects of sunshine on my skin can kill me.
The tree does not care about my well being, yet can provide me shade or sustenance.
The wind does not care about my well being, yet can be a source of energy for my comfort.
Water does not care, yet without such I would die.
The sunshine does not care, yet without such I would die.
The universe does not care about my well being.
Yet, the universe is the source of my very being.
No hard feelings Universe for the hardships of being.
Thanks just the same for being the source of my being.