The Great Irony: Nothing Stays.
Humans are creatures of habit but change is inevitable.
Permanency is a construct - an ideal.
Nothing stays the same forever.
And yet we expect it such.
We yearn for a stability, a comfort, a truth.
But feelings fade, decisions are made.
Jobs change, situations arise.
Accidents, fatal mistakes, and disease occur.
The changes happen
and the adult longs for the good moments to stay.
But
The child wants to grow up.
The teenager seeks after dreams.
The single craves the relationship.
The lover longs for commitment.
The unhappily married desires renewed freedom.
But few consider the consequences.
The ramifications behind every single life choice.
The truth that every human is a hurricane,
leaving disaster in their wake
focused solely on a specific goal
unaware of the lives of others changed forever.
The child loses their naivete and innocence.
The teenager is broken.
The single is tricked again.
The lover is abandoned.
The divorcee affecting the entire family and not just their own life.
And yet, inside every wandering hurricane is an eye.
A heart in the eye of the storm, pursuing another.
Wishing for something endless.
Time becomes but a thought - a way of remembering the past and measuring potential future.
We live a way of life, expecting it to remain the same.
Developing callouses, until we get cut.
Going to work the same way for years, only to end up in a crash.
Diagnosed for a incurable sickness.
Dating someone, loving someone, only to be alone once more.
Living alone only to have to accept a new life into your space.
Fired, moving, evicted, betrayed, dying.
We cannot handle the change.
But change was the only constant here.
What were you expecting?
Gotten too comfortable?
Nothing stays.
Nothing stays, nothing permanent, no one lives forever.
And the suicide rates climb.
Death is not an escape either, my friend.
An ending not the constant to pursue.
For though you think you change nothing for no one else,
Your death will alter the still alive.
Nothing stays.
But we crave the spark of eternity.
I see your spark.
In each and every breathing life.
The darkness, the pain, the past.
The light, the joy, the strength, the hope, the power inside of you.
I see it.
If even for a brief instant.
Like a comet in the night sky, here and gone.
But it was there.
And that is enough for me to have known you for a time.
Although I am saddened yet again.
Although I am not satisfied in life for nothing stays,
the knowledge that the eternal exists is enough to drive me forward.
To see the next spark.
And the next one.
And the next.
Some of you I will know for months, even years.
Others only in passing.
But still I see it.
You don't stay.
Nothing stays.
But you don't have to stay.
I've stopped begging for the change to never come, for my loved ones to stay.
Nothing stays.
But when it's gone, when you go,
you leave behind the memory, the taste, of the spark inside of you.
That tiny bit of life gives me hope and life.
I've stopped focusing on being alone, left behind by the falling stars.
For now I see the galaxies, the stars beyond.
For now I see the shapes of the stones in the River.
For now I see the Eternal in the mortal, Infinity in the finite.
Life in the face of Death.
The promise of the permanent in the fickle.
The ocean in the tide.
I see it.
The Great Irony: Nothing Stays in the Light of Eternity.
Humans are creatures of habit but change is inevitable.
Permanency is a construct - an ideal.
Nothing stays the same forever.
And yet we expect it such.
We yearn for a stability, a comfort, a truth.
But feelings fade, decisions are made.
Jobs change, situations arise.
Accidents, fatal mistakes, and disease occur.
The changes happen
and the adult longs for the good moments to stay.
But
The child wants to grow up.
The teenager seeks after dreams.
The single craves the relationship.
The lover longs for commitment.
The unhappily married desires renewed freedom.
But few consider the consequences.
The ramifications behind every single life choice.
The truth that every human is a hurricane,
leaving disaster in their wake
focused solely on a specific goal
unaware of the lives of others changed forever.
The child loses their naivete and innocence.
The teenager is broken.
The single is tricked again.
The lover is abandoned.
The divorcee affecting the entire family and not just their own life.
And yet, inside every wandering hurricane is an eye.
A heart in the eye of the storm, pursuing another.
Wishing for something endless.
Time becomes but a thought - a way of remembering the past and measuring potential future.
We live a way of life, expecting it to remain the same.
Developing callouses, until we get cut.
Going to work the same way for years, only to end up in a crash.
Diagnosed for a incurable sickness.
Dating someone, loving someone, only to be alone once more.
Living alone only to have to accept a new life into your space.
Fired, moving, evicted, betrayed, dying.
We cannot handle the change.
But change was the only constant here.
What were you expecting?
Gotten too comfortable?
Nothing stays.
Nothing stays, nothing permanent, no one lives forever.
And the suicide rates climb.
Death is not an escape either, my friend.
An ending not the constant to pursue.
For though you think you change nothing for no one else,
Your death will alter the still alive.
Nothing stays.
But we crave the spark of eternity.
I see your spark.
In each and every breathing life.
The darkness, the pain, the past.
The light, the joy, the strength, the hope, the power inside of you.
I see it.
If even for a brief instant.
Like a comet in the night sky, here and gone.
But it was there.
And that is enough for me to have known you for a time.
Although I am saddened yet again.
Although I am not satisfied in life for nothing stays,
the knowledge that the eternal exists is enough to drive me forward.
To see the next spark.
And the next one.
And the next.
Some of you I will know for months, even years.
Others only in passing.
But still I see it.
You don't stay.
Nothing stays.
But you don't have to stay.
I've stopped begging for the change to never come, for my loved ones to stay.
Nothing stays.
But when it's gone, when you go,
you leave behind the memory, the taste, of the spark inside of you.
That tiny bit of life gives me hope and life.
I've stopped focusing on being alone, left behind by the falling stars.
For now I see the galaxies, the stars beyond.
For now I see the shapes of the stones in the River.
For now I see the Eternal in the mortal, Infinity in the finite.
Life in the face of Death.
The promise of the permanent in the fickle.
The ocean in the tide.
I see it.
The Great Irony: Nothing Stays in the Light of Eternity.