I Get Lost In My Thoughts Sometimes

Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. [b]But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well[/b].[b] Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. [/b]Perhaps not even. [b]How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.[/b]

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Jentlemen · 46-50, M

Without death, life wouldn't precious at all. Knowing that everything we see and feel, everything we are, will die and remain in the past even 5 minutes from now. like some old black&white photo, should make us appreciate fragility and miracle of each moment. But we can't, because we are too fukked up

Kalina · 31-35, F

The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's having the ability to recall such moments in their totality, to contemplate them like jewels.

Jentlemen · 46-50, M

@Kalina It is embracing that fragility, understanding that everything around is beautiful and that even the pain we have is just a proof of life. Even more, we owe to ourselves to make those moments unforgettable, because they will keep repeating in the past. Tears in rain ; that's what life actually is.

Kalina · 31-35, F

@Jentlemen I agree with you 😌

Jentlemen · 46-50, M

@Kalina Would tell you a lot more, but this is NOT one of my good days. Some other time maybe

Kalina · 31-35, F

@Jentlemen It is okay, we all have those days,...take care and I hope days become better for you soon.