I started this poem in around July 2013. I knew how it would begin, and how it would end. When one knows the beginning and the ending of a story, he does not seem to care that much about the story itself. Five years have passed, and the poem is still unfinished. And to be honest, I don’t really know if it ever will.
I ask myself if all that matters in the end is how it all started and how it ended. We know how life begins, and we know that it will end. We love and hate, but it will all end either way. Our dreams and stories are but a sparkle in this vast galaxy, yet we want to hold onto fleeting moments. Hold onto feelings. Hold onto people. Hold onto wealth. Hold onto glory. Hold onto happiness. Although none will last forever.
Maybe, the fact that moments do not last forever makes them so precious to human beings. I could have written my thoughts for hours, but I will stop either way…my thoughts will end as well…:) #reflections #questions #instagrampoetry #answers #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #moments
