DO WE REALLY LIVE UNLESS WE DIE?
Fleeting, Oh We are Fleeing From The Mountaintops
Every tick of the clock resonates like an echoing chime in a vast cathedral, each second a fleeting whisper of time that slips through fingers like grains of the finest sand. The omnipresence of mortality, that undeniable final curtain, lends an urgency that is both electric and overwhelming. There's a fervor, a palpable need to capture the entirety of existence in the span of a mere heartbeat.
Words tumble over each other, a cacophony of emotions and declarations, each fighting to find voice before the sands run out. "I love you," I wish to scream from the mountaintops, to etch into the skies, hoping that those words might reach every soul that has touched mine. Except, time, that cunning trickster, makes even this simplest of proclamations feel like a marathon.
In this ephemeral moment, every sight seems sharper, every sound more melodic, every touch infinitely more profound. It's as though life, in all its chaotic beauty, has distilled itself into this singular, potent instant. And to dwell in this moment, to truly inhabit its vast expanse, is to drink deeply from the chalice of life, to taste the very nectar of existence.
For in this heartbeat, in this transient breath of time, lies the quintessence of life. To embrace it is to embrace the entirety of our journey, to live as passionately, as wholly, as any soul could ever aspire.
Every tick of the clock resonates like an echoing chime in a vast cathedral, each second a fleeting whisper of time that slips through fingers like grains of the finest sand. The omnipresence of mortality, that undeniable final curtain, lends an urgency that is both electric and overwhelming. There's a fervor, a palpable need to capture the entirety of existence in the span of a mere heartbeat.
Words tumble over each other, a cacophony of emotions and declarations, each fighting to find voice before the sands run out. "I love you," I wish to scream from the mountaintops, to etch into the skies, hoping that those words might reach every soul that has touched mine. Except, time, that cunning trickster, makes even this simplest of proclamations feel like a marathon.
In this ephemeral moment, every sight seems sharper, every sound more melodic, every touch infinitely more profound. It's as though life, in all its chaotic beauty, has distilled itself into this singular, potent instant. And to dwell in this moment, to truly inhabit its vast expanse, is to drink deeply from the chalice of life, to taste the very nectar of existence.
For in this heartbeat, in this transient breath of time, lies the quintessence of life. To embrace it is to embrace the entirety of our journey, to live as passionately, as wholly, as any soul could ever aspire.