Death. Kifo. 죽음.

Death. 

The passing of a life. 

A life so fragile and delicate. 

Arriving at the Throne. 

To hear the sweet words, "Well done, My good and faithful servant."
Is the dream of every child of the King.

Life's work is over. 

Leaving this earthly world. 

Leaving it all behind. 

The tears, the sadness, the pain. 

Rejoicing. 

And praising the King. 

Left behind, the loved ones cry. 

They mourn.
They grieve.

Swathed in black cloths.
Red rimmed eyes.
They stare at the body of their loved one, who has already entered the gates of paradise. 

Their loss is searing.
Their hearts are forlorn. 

But comforted they are by the Everlasting Arms.
The Everlasting Arms.

Overwhelmed. Kuzidiwa. 압도.

Overwhelmed. 

Drowning, sinking. 

Over taken by the busyness of this world. 

Barely able to come up for breath. 

She's engulfed. 

This earth is so wrapped up in the now. 

The want of things. 

The want of moments. 

Constantly grabbing her attention.

These feelings of now. 

This need for 'me'. 

This need for 'my benefit'. 

She wants to let it all go. 

She wants it to fall to the side. 

Desiring a calm existence in a hectic world. 

Constant happenings and changes. 

Never ending, horrendous schedules. 

This is all very real. 

She is done with it. 

She is overwhelmed. 

Drowning, sinking. 

She needs air. 

She needs space. 

Let her go.