Love

Is life short? Or do our actions make it so~? i wrote this
"The snow was far off, but the frost lay on the ground, covering it like a lover. Everything was frozen, seeming like a state of time stilled in absolute perfectness. A small built gray wolf peaked out her smaller den. No cubs and mate were around. There for her was just open cold air, no sight or smell of food came, just this looming silence. So she laid back down, wasting away to death...." Why Wait, Why not take Action.
I wrote this when my soul questioned Life… How does Destiny know~?
life is a box…love is a noose….don’t question me---don’t let it go loose.