Life is a most fragile contract

Life is a most fragile contract
Written on the flimsiest of paper, or contained in the promise of a lover
A mere whisper on the wind, barely defined and scarce to be repeated
Although there are many, no two are the same, and rarely does one mimic the other
Each one is unique and one unto itself

Life isn’t an entitlement.
It is a privilege, and it is truly the echo of ones’ parents
Life’s contract can be breached merely by missing a few heartbeats
Or failing to be safe in a world that issues no second chances
The life we lead, the life that we savor and enjoy – indeed, comes with no guarantees

Life is God’s greatest gift to us
It is the very gauntlet of our future
Our admission ticket to a world of success or failure