Transience

Nothing starts you thinking like the sudden death of someone you've just met a little more than a week ago. I can scarcely imagine the amount of shock and pain the family is experiencing. It's so easy to say "Cherish your loved ones", but despite those intentions, day-to-day we forget to do so and when they're gone, it's too late. Then comes the regret, the feeling bad, the unfinished memories and the words left unspoken. All those could haves and should haves that leave us half-broken, but hey all the money in the world can't buy back a life. For each loving memory, it's a constant playback to relieve. For each unresolved conflict, we grieve - so significant then, so frivolously trivial now. For each full-bodied laugh remembered, we smile a bittersweet smile with the corners turned down. For each time pride got in the way, we cry for our foolishness. But at the end of the day, after the  cavalier casing around the heart breaks, the forgetfulness creeps back like ink seeping through the fibres of a page.

It's almost as if we aren't capable cherishing without hard-hitting reminders.