Life is short. Too short, for some. In the long and winding passage of time, our lives are merely fractions of everything that has been, everything that is, and everything that is yet to come.
Everything is temporary. Grass grows and withers dry. Flowers bloom and blossom, until the last of its petals fall to the ground. We live, and then we die.
The only thing permanent in this world is change. Because life is dynamic. Because life is always in a constant state of transformation. Who you were before won’t always be who you’ll be tomorrow. We live, we learn, we grow.
Things can fall apart. Relationships can fall into silent disarray. Families can get fractured. You may wake up one morning and find out that you and your friends have drifted far apart from each other. Crazy conversations have been replaced by awkward silence. Hearts can get broken, and can sometimes take a very long time to heal.
Yes, nothing lasts forever. But not all, and not always. Not if you have something to say about it. Not if you have something to do about it. The way I see it, you can either stand by and watch while people once close to you slowly disappear from your life. Or you could reach out your hand, even if it’s for the hundredth time, because deep inside you know that you still want them in your life. Even if they’ve shut you out of theirs. Or even if you’re the one who swore to never have anything to do with them again.
You can’t go on living your life full of negativity. You can’t drag on through life carrying that much baggage. You can’t stay angry, or disappointed, or indifferent forever.
Well maybe you can. Because nothing lasts forever, unless you let it. I only hope that you don’t wake up one day, realizing that you’ve made an irreparable mistake.