Life is an art of death!

So here it is to those people who really want to find out what life means.
A few days back, Tim Macharthy (A fictional character), was walking down the main boulevard road, when suddenly he stopped and turned around.
He was looking at something and he kept gazing it for few minutes. They were dried leaves from a tree- which looked almost 200 years old. Tim wondered how a tree was loosing leaves in the spring season. He just stood there and watched every leaf fall from that tree. He didn't notice that it was almost 6pm and he had been watching this tree for 4 hours. He just couldn't get it.
He saw an old man just sitting on the bench right next to the tree. Tim was anxious so he walked up to him and said "Well I guess you are observing the same thing as I am". The old man replied with a small laugh "Well indeed I am observing the same thing, but from a different aspect". Tim looked at the old man's reaction on every leaf that fall from the the tree. "Life should be cherished you know." said the old man in a sad voice. "I am confused sir. I mean why is this tree loosing its leaves in spring and the others aren't?" said Tim in a very puzzled voice. The old man cleared his throat and said "Life is an art, an art created by death. It makes it so colourful and interesting that we involve ourselves so much, forgetting that behind these colours lies the fear, the fear of death."
Tim replied "Well sir if we know that death is always there so why does it not come and get us?"
Old man replied in a very serious tone "Because death is clever, more than you think it is. It always makes you love life like anything." Tim joined the sentence by saying "And when that love is on the extreme point, death shows up?" The old man smiled and said "No son. As I said, death is more cunning than you think. The moment when you take that love to extreme, death just gives you a smile and that smile is still covered with happiness and joy, but the very next morning when you wake up, you find out that you are the death!" "We are the death? How?" asked Tim. "That's because you never notice that when you are enjoying the moment of that love, your life turns to be death for the other."
Tim figured it out, he stood up and watched the tree and then the old man. The old men said one more thing before Tim left. He said "The next morning when you find that you were death. Then you understand the art of it, and then it takes you away" The old man died on every leaf that that fell from that tree, and from the next day Tim didn't see the old man nor a leaf on that tree.
The point of this short story is to understand the true meaning of life and death. Life is like a good word for death. Its like painting a black and white picture because no matter how many colors you add, the picture was originally black and white. Its just the deeper layer that gives this scary fearful creature a good look. No one else knows it. Its just you who knows, but you are just too scared to admit it.
Zeeshan Ayub.