Embrace the Moment

In the quiet distance, death whispers, not as a threat,

not as an end, but as a 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.