If Everything Is Temporary

 

If everything is temporary,

why do we trace the same roads

again and again,

letting our feet memorize

the curves of familiar streets?

Why do certain places

wrap around our hearts,

become quiet shelters,

holding our laughter,

our tears, our unspoken prayers?

If everything is temporary,

why do we meet certain people,

at just the right moment,

as if the universe whispered,

Here, take this soul—

you will need them now?

Why do their words stay,

long after they’ve left,

and their presence echo

in the rooms of our memory?

If everything is temporary,

why do we worry,

build fragile hopes,

fear gentle losses,

and ache for tomorrows

we cannot control?

Maybe because,

in a temporary world,

every moment matters more.

Every place becomes sacred,

every person becomes a lesson,

every worry a sign

that we dared to care.

And maybe,

it is this very impermanence

that teaches us

how to love deeply,

hold softly,

and live fully—

before the moment changes.

Nandini