Time is a fickle thing, isn't it?
As we grow older, we can't help but feel that the Time is fickle enough,
The more we age the closer we get towards the end.

The birthday end is drawing ever closer. Birthdays, while they can be joyous occasions, also carry a bittersweet weight. They remind us that the man in the black hood, with his scythe in hand, is waiting patiently.

That's why we need to cherish the people we love while we still can.
Wrap your arms around your dear ones, and let them know how much they mean to you. Speak love into the spaces between their heartbeats, and make every moment count. After all, tomorrow is never guaranteed.

It's heartbreaking to think of all the young people whose lives were cut short, their futures lost to senseless violence.
They should have been dancing under the moonlight, penning poems with ink-stained fingers, and dreaming of all the possibilities that lay ahead.
Instead, their paths were erased by icy tides, and their stories remained unwritten.

The parents, oh the parents,
who were left to mourn their children's untimely deaths?
They will never know what could have been, and their hearts ache with the memories that will never be made.

But, amidst all the pain and heartache, there is one truth that remains - we will learn to love what we have when we lose it.
So, let's cherish the moments we have with the people we love, and hold on tight to the memories we make together.
Life may be short, but it is also precious, and every moment is worth treasuring.

© Gideon