Impossible eternity

When we talk about death, we talk about a new beginning or ending. None of it is clear. I only know that life will end. There was a time I used to think there’s a path to continue; A path that has no end. There was a time I used to touch beauty and think to myself that it’s eternal. I search for immortality in creativity, because there’s no hope in reality, no hope to start again. Suddenly you finish up but beauty remains, nature remains, and also agony and hardship remains.