And these moments, will one day be memories.
Dusty records brushed off and played to remind you of the "good old times". Times you'll wish you'd paid more attention to, been more present in.
These simple moments will one day be magic; capable of jumping you back in space.
Reminders of a different time.
A cocktail of emotions; a mix of fabricated imaginations and legitimate reality.
Lines will be blurred. Time will appear only as a number, an irrelevant measurement. Perspective however, will be crystal clear. Meaning will be magnified. Purpose will be potent. All that once seemed crazy and chaotic, will appear simplistic and superficial.
Helplessness replaced by hopefulness. Clarity found in the recognition of the temporary nature of any given circumstance. Understanding that life is but a fleeting concept. A flash of emotions. A flower that blossoms then wilts. A fictional interpretation of a universe and ones ability to see, think, feel and communicate. A frantic attempt to find meaning. A frightening and fascinating means for us humans to achieve what we deem to be meaningful, successful and acceptable. Our own feeble endeavour to fulfill the unknown.
But this insanity... That thing we call "life", isn't for us. And this we frequently and foolishly forget.
Our lives aren't self satisfying structures. No. They're gifts we are meant to release. We aren't intended to live with the objective of fulfilling a specific purpose. We are intended to live with the goal of surrendering to the cosmos. Becoming humbled and melting the totality of our being, with that of the Universe and the Mother soul.
Sacrificng our own self, succumbing to the forces of nature, and submitting to the world that once held us close to her heart.
Our lives are not for us. They're for those around us. We are given a certain number of breaths, a certain amount of time and energy, purely for the reason to give it to those we love.