Inquisitive minds, where do the birds go to die?

 So many writings I have, some make it here some do not... For you inquisitive minds, have you ever wondered where to the birds go to die?  Good title for a book I thought, what book, my story?  Being too critical for my own good, I ask who would care to read it?  Has it not all been said... mine is a girl raised by broken love, two people doing their best as unknowing unwise children coming from broken homes themselves.  I spent my life forgiving them again and again, my mind has questions always, in search of purpose and meaning, with the desire to be part of something bigger than me and my stuff.  These days I am beyond grateful for all that I have, peace and love being the forefront, I say thank you, but I still wonder where do the birds go to die?  The answer, without researching would be, learn to be comfortable in the not knowing, this I tell you inquisitive mind, surrender and so it is.