We spend our lives pretending we are separate from one another, yet we all carry the same quiet reality... the knowledge that everything we love is temporary. We build relationships, live routines, learn, knowing, eventually, everything you've worked for will be for naught. And still, every morning, we begin again. Perhaps this is what it truly means to be a person, to know, with absolute certainty, that nothing can be kept, and to love it unconditionally. Cherish what you have, for you never know when it will be gone.
We spend our lives pretending we are separate from one another, yet we all carry the same quiet reality... the knowledge that everything we love is temporary. We build relationships, live routines, learn, knowing, eventually, everything you've worked for will be for naught. And still, every morning, we begin again. Perhaps this is what it truly means to be a person, to know, with absolute certainty, that nothing can be kept, and to love it unconditionally. Cherish what you have, for you never know when it will be gone.