So it goes

It begins but I find myself wondering, just when does it really begin? At what point does life begin? When we are born we are not truly alive. Some of us are never truly alive.  Thoughts of mortality weigh so heavily on me and I find myself worrying I may never truly live and I have already experienced everything good I may ever know.  Then again, what is good and what is bad?  Positive and negative are only in relation to one's ego. Speaking in circles does me wonders.  Think less, speak less, know less and you will be happy.