That infamous moment when the music stops, the scrambling, clawing, kicking and screaming begin. This chaos is in sharp contrast to the preceding time that was spent making the necessary preparations to ensure that survival; alliances were struck to overcome stronger opponents, friendships made, plotting, planning and even scheming were all employed at some point. But in the end there are only a limited number of chairs which are cruelly disproportionate to the many who would lay claim to them. And only in that moment does Death reveal itself as an elemental player in this woeful game that has been with you throughout the whole time you were playing. We then realize that there will be no more days left to waste without even a thought of tomorrow. To not say the words we wished to say to someone because we simply cannot find the right time for them to be spoken. Or to make the preparations that are needed to ensure the ease of those left behind. Death is the moment when everything ceases. It is a natural response that does not favor any one person or time over another. Death will lay its claim to us all at some point, some before their perceived time and others too late to be offered any justice.
Love is when the time spent between two people does not seem to carry any relevance and it is just as there was no passing moment between the two lovers. Love is akin to the nostalgic feelings of youthful friendship and it commands a certain sense of wonderment about your lover that nothing can make plain or unexciting. Love is when you wake up one day and realize that you have been together for fifty years and you cannot place where the years have went.