All that you may think is yours, is in fact just combinations of fleeting moments, only remembered and held on to through memory. In truth, none of it is ours, everything is fleeting.
From the moment we are born we begin to learn how to love and let go, love and let go, love and let go, "All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from, on phrase -'I love you.'" - F. Scott Fitzgerald
It's the fragility of life, love, people, moments, what makes life so incredibly beautiful and all the more poignant, yet we continuously try to cling to the eternal. We write people into poetry, to reassure ourselves of the permanence of being through legacy, architecture, memory...
Imagine just being, knowing, and accepting that loss is part of this life while understanding that we are all just slowly moving through and toward something else in this existence.
May we all be conscious of now, as beauty moves so quickly. -tM