Author S. K. Nicholas

If the world were to come to an end, who would you run to? If death came knocking and the hours escaped with no going back, who would you take in your arms one last time? It shouldn’t come down to catastrophe of course. Nor the curse of illness. Each and every day, we should give ourselves to the ones we love. Time isn’t forgiving. There’s no such thing as tomorrow, only pained regret. And that’s the problem. We always think that we have tomorrow. We always believe that time is on our side, but it slips away so easily. We love to play these stupid games. So enthralled are we with petty stubbornness. Wrapped up feelings and the fear of being open. The fear of rejection. So we keep it all in. We keep silent to the truths our hearts long to speak. Oh what silly humans we are. So dim when everything we could ever want is within our grasp. Yet we keep on destroying. Is it sheer stupidity, or the terrible idea that to be happy is just too simple? That somehow we need conflict and struggle to make our lives feel worthwhile? What a waste of beauty. What a horrid way for souls to drift apart when secretly they long so much to dance arm in arm once more.

All we could ever wish for. To feel the wonders of embrace. The gaze of longing eyes, symmetrical upon warm bedsheets. Turn off the world, and drift to a place where harmony comes so easily. It’s not peace, just a series of moments. It’s not a dream, but when we come together, nothing else matters. And nor should it. Let it all go. Leave it all behind. Take these fragments of time in hand, and give them the respect they deserve. Take nothing for granted. We’re all dying. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. We’re all failing as the universe stretches into oblivion. We’re doomed to obscurity. Doomed to be erased in the blink of an eye. But whilst we can, let’s make a stand and give ourselves a chance. Where’s the sense in clinging to sadness? What good does it do to worship apathy? Let go of war, and banish those demons. Don’t be afraid of what’s out of our control. We can’t change time, but we can change today. If we want to, we can feel release. Not through destruction, but through love. Such a dirty word in these hollow days of fame. But if we really want, we can rise above it and fly like angels. Imagine these hours are our last. Do we keep on pretending, or do we transform into what we really are beneath this mess of complicated flesh? It’s never too late. All it takes, is a little courage and self belief. Stand up and be someone. Embrace the ones you love, and be thankful for every single second they stay within your arms.