Maybe life is an error in existence!

I died the day I was born,
Death is the only certainty.
I died when I was weak,
I died when I was Ill.

I have known death all my life,
We all have to live with it.
I have imagined so many of them,
And yet have curiosity to know one.

Sometimes I forgot human mortality,
Then my endless illnesses kick in,
To make me aware of that end!
That ultimate end of nothingness.

When my body gives up on me,
I start to wonder about existence.
I think about consciousness.
The possibility of human life.

Who are we?
Why are we?
Is There a Creator?
Is it an error in existence?
What is the purpose?
What to do with this life?
Will We Know in the End?
Or There is Nothing in the End?

Maybe life is an error in existence,
But we can make something of it.
It’s not from birth to death,
It’s to exist in the Infinity of time.