Fleeting abundance

LIFE IS A LONG STORY OF HOW SHORT WE LIVE

We spend our days rushing through time as if it were infinitely available to us, only to wake up one day to the reality of how much of it has already slipped through our fingers. Life, in all its vastness, is a paradox, it is a long story composed of fleeting moments, a grand narrative built on the fragile foundation of seconds that disappear before we can fully grasp them.

We measure our lives in years, but we experience them in breaths, in laughter that fades too quickly, in sunrise that quickly turns into sunset before we are even ready to ride, in the warm embraces of loved ones that we may not hold long enough. The days stretch long, but the years move like thieves, stealing our youth, our chances, our expectant days before we even notice.

We tell ourselves there will be time, time to mend what is broken, time to say the things we wished we had said, time to love more deeply, to wander farther, to live more boldly, but time is a real trickster, whispering to us that there are still plenty of it while it quietly burn away the present. The tragedy of life is not in its shortness, it is in the realisation of how short it is when most of it is already behind us.

Nevertheless, in the brevity of life lies its beauty. Life is not made in the decades we accumulate, but in the moments that take our breath away, the ones we did not see coming, the ones we almost missed, the ones we carry with us long after they are gone. These are the ones we truly cherish. Live now; not when things are perfect, not when you are ready, not when every expectation falls into place. Live now, while your heart still beats, while your hands can still be stretched, while the story is still being written, because life is a long story of how short we lived.

To a better you, Kamikun John.