In Retrospect
Why are we fighting each other? We are here to unite, understand and learn. In the end, it won't matter who has what, it's here and now that we make a difference.
In Retrospect
In a hundred years from now, all of us will be dead and gone.
Strangers will be living in our homes and our property will no longer be ours, everything we have worked so hard to achieve or own will belong to someone else.
We will not be remembered by anyone save for a written name and date on the back of a photo or a place on the family tree. Our names and faces will be forgotten, our bodies dust in dust.
I wonder if given the chance to reflect from our places under the earth, where darkness and silence mingle with our bones. Would we then realize how trivial our world was and how silly we were for thinking we should take more from it than we needed.
I think we may even wish that rather than spending our short stay on earth collecting things that will never truly belong to us, we should have been exploring the beauty around us, in people, places and moments.
It's the love we grew in our hearts, planted by those we hold dear that fortifies us and that we will take with us wherever it is we go when we go.
The houses, cars and money cannot keep our bodies from dying and won't be coming along so why spend our lives trying so hard to obtain them?
We are here for a blink of an eye and relevant as a grain of sand in the "big" picture, but we never die.
We are infinite and it's that simple, we make it harder than it is pretending that all of it matters... it doesn't.
Copyright © Rebecca Brotherston | Year Posted 2024
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