One day
this body will grow silent,
these streets will forget my footsteps,
and the clocks that chased me
will continue without my name.
But I do not think
a soul truly disappears.
I think it travels.
Beyond the noise of cities.
Beyond fear.
Beyond the temporary weight
of being human.
Towards the eternity.
There is something sacred
about realizing
we are only visitors here.
The pain,
the love,
the longing,
the memories.
all of them are temporary flames
trying to teach us
how to glow before fading.
And maybe
eternity is not a place.
Maybe it is a state
where nothing is forced anymore.
No pretending.
No running.
No proving your worth
to a world that changes every second.
Just peace.
Sometimes
I stand beneath the night sky
and feel strangely small,
yet deeply connected
to everything.
As if the stars know
every version of me
I have ever been.
The broken one.
The hopeful one.
The child who believed forever existed.
The soul still searching for meaning.
And I realize
we are not moving
towards death.
We are moving
towards eternity.
Towards something vast enough
to hold every wound,
every dream,
every unanswered prayer.
So until that day comes,
I will live gently.
I will love honestly.
Create fearlessly.
And leave pieces of light
inside the darkness of others.
Because maybe
that is how humans touch eternity
not by living forever,
but by becoming unforgettable
in the hearts they heal.