It is sad to know that these little friends of mine live only a very short life.
They taught me not how to die, but how to live.
To appreciate life.
It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on life, and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.
Time is something that we don't have. That I don't have. That you don't have.
I keep on repeating to myself.
"How did it get so late so soon?" I asked many times.
"How many more sleeps until we are apart? And how many more sleeps after that until we meet again?"
I'll ask my daughter, my only child, that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated.
Death is a graduation from life.