When a drop of water evaporates you don’t hear any moaning. In my backyard yellow daisies flaunt their beauty. When their petals drop off, turn brown and shrivel up I don’t hear any complaints.

What’s with us humans? We get a few pains in our joints, a little flab around the belly and gray hair and we are ready for a casket.

We are part of this universe. Our fate is no different than that of the snow that melts or the dried leaves on our front lawn.

Humans, that’s the way it is. Get used to it.