We humans are always on the move — together on the path of life — as time connects our biological clock to the different seasons of existence.
Born in a budding spring, gathered in the warmth of a sultry summer breeze, and growing wise in the turbulent autumn. Sometimes we walk straight ahead, other times we meander along the winding path of life toward its final stage — the winter in which we must one day leave our bodies behind in the cold.
Happiness or despair, not everyone is granted the gift of growing old — yet what we leave behind continues on.
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song: Dhun – Ravi Shankar
It is always now, a straight line toward the final light.
