Shorts of life take but a second to assume. They can be crumbled in the pocket, tossed, left for others to find. They serve numerous purposes. They can represent so many different things. And their original symbolism can be immortalized - but only within the mortal hearts of those who knew them first. Thus their essence waxes and wanes over the course of history. Some disappear completely, only to be re-discovered centuries later.
The moment gained can become a moment lost. What is given must never be taken for granted, only shared, and shared honestly. In the breath of an evening, a whole day is remembered. The hope for a rising morning is always there. Yet the call to an authentic presence remains - live the moment as if it were your last. Nothing will follow you when you leave this world, only the ways in which you have loved the world.
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