rush

Life is such a fleeting moment, like the passing seasons, the erratic summers and the fickle winters.
It comes and goes and there's nothing we can do about it.
Fundamentally, it's all about the circle of life, but we all reach that moment in time, where we don't wish to let go just yet, when something unexpected happens that forces us to realize how brittle the border between reality and imagination is.

No matter how many times we experience those different hardships that is a part of life itself,
every single time will still be a slap in your face, a wake-up call to remind you.

Inbetween happiness there's sorrow.

But after sorrow, there's happiness as well, if you only try looking for it.