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Walking down the beach the other day, I saw two lovers enscribing their names and little hearts to adorn them, both of them giggling like school children. It always confused me why people did this... Why leave your words for in the inevitable tide? Your proclaimation of love would simply be washed away with time. But then it struck me that these were the sorts of things that life was composed of... Ephemeral pleasures and fleeting solaces. After all, time erodes everything. The highest mountain will someday be washed away by a river, that same river will dry up in the sun, and one day, the sun will burn out. Nothing lasts forever. But we seem to enjoy the risk of consummation, delighting in terminable delectations. People like to forget that all is finite.
So just a note to all you lovers out there:
You can't write your names in the sand enough times in order to make your love to last forever.
So just a note to all you lovers out there:
You can't write your names in the sand enough times in order to make your love to last forever.