History always crumbles to dust. No matter how hard we try to cling on to it. I was watching the story of great kings and queens who once walked on this land, lived, loved, fought and died. No matter how greatly revered they were, their names vanish into thin air right in front of you. You can never hold onto them. That's how ephemeral greatness is, life is.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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