Everything is temporary.
Everything is temporary. Fleeting. Elusive. Ephemeral as all hell Every person, season, breath, and meal. Every slow churned thickening bit of sadness. Every beautifully bellowing hit of joy. Any and every feeling.
I can’t recall the first time I learned this truth. If it were from a passage of lyric, some grandeur speech, or a voice booming from the heartbeat of mother earth. But I remember knowing it was real. Knowing and feeling its realness in me. And I knew it would change me forever.