Life is Fragile

Life is fragile.

Life is precious.

Life can be snapped away like a broken pencil. No matter who, no matter what. However treasured or needed, however hard we cling to it. The spirit is like a kite. And our life, the kite string. Cut the string, and the kite will soar away.

To what?

Reincarnation? Life after death? Or do we simply disappear?

The memories left behind, once departed. Thoughts float away, to the happy times we had with the person we once loved. They creep into our slumbers. They appear when we least expect them, when the slightest incident summons their presence into our minds.

Forgotten.......never. Seen for the last time when our lives flash before our eyes, at the last moment.

Life is to be treasured. The present, not the past nor the future. Cast fear behind the smoky veil, where it belongs. Face each new day with courage and laughter. Time ticks relentlessly. Always forward, never backwards. Cherish our sojourn here on earth.

And when it is time to snap our kite strings, there will be no regrets. Only happy memories.