A Drop in the Ocean of Time

Life is sand in an hourglass, slipping through unnoticed. Every moment a speck of dust on the wind, every day a yellowing leaf. We are made of crystal, that shines but cracks at the touch. Our hearts are candleholders, where the flame of joy dances beside the shadow of grief. We love like a storm – fiercely, passionately, without memory. We hate like a fire that consumes even what it never meant to destroy. Time is a river that carries us toward the sea of forgetting. And yet along the way there are islands – moments, where we laugh through tears, where pain and wonder are intertwined like hands. And though we will pass, like a flower that does not know tomorrow, each one of us leaves a trace – a speck of light in the endless night. Don't ask how much time you have, ask how much of it you give, because every moment that you love lasts forever, never fades. We love like a storm – fiercely, passionately, without memory. We hate like a fire that consumes even what it never meant to destroy. Time is a river that carries us toward the sea of forgetting. And yet along the way there are islands – moments, where we laugh through tears, where pain and wonder are intertwined like hands. Maybe that is what it's all about – not lasting forever, but at least once truly existing. Being that speck of light that someone notices in their darkest night. Time is a river, but we are its shores. Along the way there are islands – stay on them, even for a while. Laugh through tears, love deeply, because pain and wonder are the same. And though we will pass – our speck of light will never fade in the night. ...a speck of light... ...in the endless night... ...always...