Life is fleeting

I was standing there.  And before the moment could pass, I held it close to my heart.  I was there at a realm where the past and present surrounded me.  I saw my current dissolving into the many pasts, the future seductively moving towards me.

Ironically unlike all other moments, I was in the know that after this, things will change.  I was there, conscious of the undercurrent change but I could not retain the state that was so endearing.  It was beyond my ability to hold it longer and not let go. Though I was conscious of the uninvited transition, I was helpless.  There was nothing I could do but watch it slip away.

Living in a world where everything is a passing moment, my effort was futile.

It was as if my very own life was taking me for a ride.