" The ship's clock in the kitchen I hear loudly and clearly
As if the seconds drip drop
And in the strange silence echoing
And every one that falls says: There is no more - it was!
...
We are, I think, while I turn away,
only foam that floats on the waves of the tidal flow "
Reinhard Mey -. End of Summer
Today I was at the grave of gels. The first time since the funeral almost 3 weeks. A strange feeling decorate. Many wreaths and flower arrangements are still the grave. including all faded and received. Buffeted by the PMU of the last few weeks.
The sight reminded me of the transience. wilting flowers and pass, just like us. We fade at some point. Sooner or later. Unexpectedly and suddenly, or announcement. The visit today has taught me that I should exercise my life more consciously and use the time God gives me on this earth. Time is too short and precious to waste it arguing with, or other bad things. Let us look forward to every day but we may have another!
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