I thought of you today, and I wondered when I would see you again. It seems that the time in the past we took for granted, as we are to take the things as they happen. We only realize the value of things when they have passed, but never in the moment in which they occur. Why is that? Is it because we are too busy living that moment to think of its pivotal importance? Or is it because we're far too preoccupied with an ocean of errands and other mundane objects? Are we to blame for not realizing the relevance of the moment as it passes, like water, through the hands of a thirsty man? Only when it hits the ground and evanesces into the air are we to see how important, indeed how essential, that moment was to our existence. We think ourselves the fools, for not seeing it earlier,condemning our ignorance under our exhausted breath. Yet, are we truly to blame for this? It's not a conscious lack of appreciation--it has no intent, no malice. It's the tragedy of things, that even the most brilliant and wise among us at times forget the relevance of every breath, of every hour, of every minute spent. We fancy ourselves and that which we hold dear to be eternal, immortal, untouchable.
...when tragedy strikes our tower and snatches away that beloved thing, that's when we realize the importance of time spent. Once we can never get it back. Then, and only then, we are to see how golden every moment was, how perfect, how lost. In the contrast of the then and now, under the glare of our newfound circumstance. There's no undoing it, there's no going back, there's nothing left for anyone to do.
Just like that, just like the sand in an hourglass, slipped by so many years, filled with your smiling face. 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, and I thought you immortal. I fancied you'd live on after I died. 2007, 2008, and still the time goes on, and the music, and the joy.
2009. We hit a wall. The glass tower of my loftiest dreams is shaken to its core and broken, never to rise again. You slipped away. In an instant. To think, there was a fraction of a second when you were with us still, and in the subsequent, you were gone. In that short amount of cruel time, we end a life. The greatest life, perhaps.
When it's over we see the importance of times past. Only when it's definitely over. It's the tragedy we are fated to suffer, time and again, because we forget the most important lesson.
It is only my hope that I am able to avert it, and to see you once more. Perhaps after my death, perhaps in another life, but at some point in time, so as to avoid the tragedy.
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raying
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