I cling by my teeth, to the frayed edges of this present, trying to pin it down, knowing there is no tomorrow, if I should let go.
I cling by my teeth, to the frayed edges of this present, trying to pin it down, knowing there is no tomorrow, if I should let go.
What a lovely thought K. All the conscious ones know that the present is fleeting, ephemeral. Joy is in savouring the present.
Feeling it even more since am at mom’s place:))
Something else! The gift of a present, falling apart, is the space it leaves for the new. Thanks for sharing, Mrunal!