We as Humans

Temporary.

Everything is temporary. You, me, and the ground we walk on will all fade quickly away. Anything that comes together must fall apart.

Have you ever looked up at the sky? It doesn't seem to be changing much. Clouds may drift but you don't feel as though it's getting dark in the middle of the day. It seems like it will last. And then you enter a movie theater and by the time you're out it's pitch black. Even the sky is temporary.

As much as the ground and sky are temporary, as are you.

You, in this context, refers to you're current self. The you that you are now will fade. Every struggle and event will eventually be only a memory. Time only lasts in segments of how long we experience it.

I find comfort in watching time lapses of things fading away. Comfort in knowing I, and the streets, and my stars, and my everything I live in will disappear. That I only have it now.

That good and pain and beauty and horror and sleep and waking up are only

temporary.