Trees, butterflies or humans, we are all sparks in a newborn dawn, brief flickers in the vast theatre of time. Our movements, bendings, joys or sorrows burn brightly, but ever so briefly.

Even the Sun, our guardian, will one day tire. All brilliance slowly yields to time’s quiet song. Yet the meaning of this journey lies in adding one’s vibrant presence to the greater arch of Life.

Appreciate every heartbeat, every shared laughter, every passing season, just as they come, round, sparkling, suspended, like dewdrops clinging to grass on a summer morning.

Hold your light gently. For though nothing endures, the radiance of a moment lived fully is nothing short of extraordinary.

Let memories loosen their grip. Allow faces and voices to drift into quiet. What is most radiant cannot be held, slipping through us, like sand through open fingers. It is because they pass that moments become unforgettable.