Life Is A Strange And Beautiful Phenomenon

It is very strange, that a living being should have to die after living only for so long. The material world exists for hundreds, thousands, millions of years at a time, but a living being is powerless as it witnesses the contrast of its own death. We are made of the same stuff, yet we don't know how to hold on. Before we are ever aware, we are abandoned by whatever force guided us through that fleeting moment of genesis, forcing the base materials from which we are made to fend for themselves. And we cannot get it back. It is as though the moment we were born, it was all an accident, a mistake. And then one day the mistake is made right and we die, releasing the substances from which we were made back into the Earth, where they wait for hundreds, thousands, millions of years, until life again takes a pinch of sand and stands it up, and the beautiful mistake is made again.