Long Game

The younger they die, the harder we grieve.

Not because death is not the end of us all.

But because of all the possibilities and promises left unfulfilled by an early exit.

When a youth dies, no matter what he has achieved, he is rushed into the ground without any pomp and pageantry.

When an aged man dies, no matter what he has not achieved, he is celebrated until his lowering, with pomp and pageantry.

In this game of life, the odds turn in your favour the longer you play.

And if you play like you are going to be here for a long time, the more likely you are to win.

– Osasu Oviawe