We begin to die as soon as we are born.
Sometimes it suddenly dawns on me how fragile and uncertain our lives can be. One minute we are here and the next we could just as easily disappear. One day we are in love and soon after we fall out and forget.
I used to think there were constants I could hold on to. So that even as everything else changes and fades, my constants would serve as evidence of my own existence and being. That without control over my fate I could at least be sure I had one. But they have left and I now realise nothing lasts. Especially not me.