Of all the perishing

I woke up late, trying to get back to sleep again.

The day is warm, yet I am greeted by the rain.

It’s not the kind that falls from the sky, it’s the one that came from the past.

I remembered the perished, the tragic, and the loss. Those befell others and thankfully haven’t picked me yet.

When we have never felt utter despair, we cling to today’s joy and grab it in fear.

And everything we have today; the loved ones we held, the relationships we cherish, the days we hold dear, are slowly turning into another past.

As I woke up again early in the morning, a few seconds before my dawn alarm.

I look at the countdown. 5… 4… 3… Waiting for the alarm to go off.

I realized that is everything we are. A ticking clock towards the end.

So I cursed those who measure time, then tried to hold dear all the joy of mine.

And behind her calm and peaceful face. I saw beauty, I saw strength, I saw love.

But I also saw how all things will perish no matter what.

And at that moment I finally started to smile.

I accepted the world’s way of nurturing our worth.

Everything we have, everything we do, everything we stand for. They are only precious because they last.

Without frailty, there is no beauty

I saw strength because she was weak, and she overcame it.

I saw love because none of us are built to last forever. And love is what born out of the ephemerals.