The Fragile Thread of Existence

In the vastness of space, we are but a speck

A fleeting moment, a whisper, a breath

Our lives a thread, woven with joy and pain

A tapestry of moments, forever to remain

We chase the shadows, of what we think we want

Pursuing dreams, that slip like sand

Our hearts afire, with passions and desires

Yet in the stillness, we find the heart's own fires

The clock ticks on, with its relentless pace

A countdown to the unknown, a final, fading face

And in the silence, we hear the whispers low

Of what truly matters, of love, of life, of the flow

We are the weavers, of our own life's design

The choices we make, the threads we entwine

The fragile thread of existence, we hold in our hands

A delicate balance, of joy and of plans

But like the autumn leaves, we fall and fade

Leaving behind, the memories we've made

And though our time is short, our impact remains

A ripple in the ocean, of life's eternal refrain

Reflection:

In the depths of existence, we search for meaning true

A purpose that guides us, through life's ebbs and flows anew

We are the creators, of our own life's story

May we weave a life journey, of love, of hope, of glory.

Quote:

We are but a fleeting moment in the vast expanse of time, yet our choices weave the fabric of eternity.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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