Death is the end of the race I am taking right now. It is not a punishment to a sinner nor a curse to an evil but an achievement to aspire and a goal to reach.
It is not a chance that falls to anyone but a rest to those who are suffering, a deliverance to those who is in danger and a triumph to those who fight.
But it is not something you can take or something you can have by force but something that will come to those who deserve but an awful end to those who are not.
So I strive to become just. Just enough to deserve the rightful dot. Enduring day by day just to finish the scorching race. When will I deserve the trophy I aspire if I cannot even reach the worthiness in this land?