Embrace the Moment

In the quiet distance, death whispers. Not as a threat,

not as an end, but as reminder. A soft finger tapping on the

shoulder of the living. It comes to each of us someday.

It does not wait. It does not ask. It does not

bargain. It simply arrives. And yet between now and that final

moment something miraculous happens. We live. We breathe. We dream.

Everyday the sun rises and we rise with it. Sometimes strong.

Sometimes broken. Sometimes unsure. But still rising. Still choosing. Still walking.