Just a Bit of Gibberish

Sometimes a man gets tired and weary. Life has a way of draining you. Maybe that's why we die. It isn't always sickness. Sometimes years just fill up our capacity for vitality and our viscera unfurls and we just give in, give up and give out. It's when the world has given us all it can, taken all we have and moved on to the next generation that we slowly fade away. The loudest clamor any of us could make in this world is but a whisper in the orchestra of time. But sometimes, if we whisper enough, those whispers can echo and ripple through the streams of time and feint as it may be, the whole of humanity may sound like maybe it was intended to play a part in the grand symphony after all.