Impermanence

As sure as the earth orbits the sun, and ocean tides rise and fall with the pull of the moon, all things are transient.

Life folds into death, beginnings into endings, beauty deteriorates, and each completion of breath marks the nature of impermanence.

It is only humans who gather precious fragments of the past and present, pressing them into the fabric of the future as though they were meant to persist.

We hold onto what was, carrying it into what will be, ignoring that nothing is made to endure except the permanence of change itself.

So another ending passes, and though the tides move through my fragile heart to ache, it is a sweet goodbye, bittersweet.

Thank you for enriching my life, for the brief moment in time within which you existed in it, two planets, rotating through the same orbit, magnetised by one sun.

Burn bright, my friend.

Perhaps i’m too sentimental, too ready to embrace loss.

Perhaps this isn’t the end.