Everything that is dearest—people, possessions, or time—eventually becomes irrelevant! The emotions of lost days no longer linger. The one whose absence once brought tears is barely remembered. The person without whom life seemed unimaginable—life somehow continues without them. The southern breeze still blows, but I hardly notice! Time makes everything fade, dissolve, or blend away.
The joys of childhood do not last with age. Interests disappear, dreams fade. With different stages of life come different preferences, likes, and dislikes—so strangely mismatched. I was not like this in the past; people in the past do not carry the mindset of the present. It feels as if we are mere witnesses to the passage of time. A strange absurdity!
The one whose absence once saddened me, whose presence brought joy—those feelings have changed. People change, and even the taste in books evolves! What once seemed indispensable in life now feels utterly trivial. The things I once obsessed over—what to do for someone, what to say, what to give or receive—now all seem insignificant. Like so many other things in life, they feel unnecessary. Why is life like this? Oh, the kite! The golden-winged kite soars less often now!
The future is nothing like I imagined. Wealth was supposed to bring happiness, but money and happiness are not comparable—no one ever taught me that; instead, I was misled! Now, I must learn from time itself. Alone, people learn so much! Perhaps, in the future, even this present will seem mistaken. Many of today’s joys will then feel irrelevant. And so, life will pass—endlessly trapped in the relevance of the irrelevant!
How many more seasons must I witness, how many more shifts in thought must I endure? Do you know? But do you truly know?
