Life is a path. A path of which you cannot turn back on. A narrow, long, ever on-going length, that of which you cannot see the end. It may have hills, It may cross water, It may even be straight and flat.
Lining the path is every moment in your life, but as you walk down the path, it crumbles behind you. The rose bushes, thorn bristles, wild flowers, toadstools etc lining the path stay, but you cannot get back to them.
This is life.
As you walk, a thorn may cut your ankle, but you cannot stop walking.
If you see a beautiful flower, you cannot pick it. Only enjoy its aroma for the second you pass it.
It will be there always. But as a memory. Enjoy it. Do not forget it.
Your cut will heal. Your olfactory system will always be there. Just appreciate everything you have in life while you have it.
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