Every nowhere is somewhere
Just one glimpse is all you need to make your own story.
On the road, window dreaming. Other people's lives and landscapes are passing through your life and for an instant it becomes your life, your landscape. Just for one glimpse. You don't know where you are exactly, you will never see these people, this view again, forever a stranger in a strange place. Just for one second you see what they see, you exist where they exist. You can never return to that moment, you may never return to that place. Perhaps you would never know if you did return, because all you remember is that snap shot you created, that one second, that one moment.
After all, it could all look so different now.
The word itself is immense.
Often our ultimate fear, is fear of dying.
Grief, and the associated feeling of loss, is part of how we approach concepts of death. Perhaps our fear of death is not always based on death itself, but the emotions we associate with the loss of a loved one. Those left behind suffer through the empty spaces. Loss. The yearning for those who are no longer with us. Why do we fear death? Is it for the fear of what lies beyond, or for the sorrow we feel when we are left behind.
Memory lives on, pain fades.