Life, a Paradox

This morning as I woke up, smiling at a new day, thinking I’m a day older, I looked forward to another birthday, but my mind quailed at the aftertaste before I shared my joy with friends and kindred: another day had been taken away, and my dying day advances! Out of my window I looked to find out the cause of the noise therefrom— Mr. Somebody had bought two more cars: one for himself; the other, his wife. And delighted they were, for now they had six cars altogether! I shivered at the irony: their earthly stock had reduced by two! After my bath, I made for the living-room. The sights were eye-friendly: assorted gifts! Everyone gazed interestedly at my exclusive outfit. ‘’An angel has descended Heaven!’’ they exclaimed. An ounce of disappointment overtook my face. All these lots had been withdrawn from the deposit of my life wealth! There came the merry-making, but only I did not have fun. ‘’Are you the odd man out?’’ they asked. But life as a paradox: it grows every new day, and dies every yesterday. It is an ending game, awaiting the stoppage time.