There's something so much more beautiful about the vulnerable, the easily ended, those balancing on the brink of destruction. They are lended a certain dignity because of their fragility, an exaggerated importance because of their ephemerality.
Like moments ticking by on a grandfather clock that tolls each hour like a death knell. Like grains of sand running through your fingers even as you try so hard to catch and keep them, safe in your palm.
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"All those moments will be lost in time--like tears in rain."
(from Blade Runner)
All our moments move us forward. We lose the now at the expense of seeing the future come to life. At least we have the simple reward of memories.
This post was quite beautiful. It made me remember things long forgotten.
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