Time is fleeting. We all know this. "Live everyday as if it was your last", self help books catch phrase, all lined up in perfect rows, hogging bookshelves. It is hard to live this, we embrace the normalcy of every day, as if every day that followed will be just another day. In which although our lives are not perfect there is enough good, to lead us on another day. Enough bad that we can leave behind and hope or create a tomorrow that is a little better. Or at least the same.
We can seek comfort in those things that do not change. We seek comfort in the fluffy fur of our true best friends, the ones that pass no judgement and hold no grudges. The ones that rain or shine, end up on our doorsteps, on the edge of the bed imploring us to love them like they love us.
So in the end, cry. Let the life they lead be honored and valued, let your love truly be that love without bounds. Love that does not shift nor end, love for a best friend with sleek fur.
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Thank you.
ReplyDeleteNo, Thank You. Our life is not a self fish one.
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