Longing of Night -Blooming-Jasmine

We all know we are going to die someday. And after a certain time and after going through drama of life, we come to realize that nothing matters. But still we want to feel cared for. We want to die in the lap of someone who also knows that this is the last moment, but still holds our hand. Wants nothing to give but just stays choicelessly.

No cliched word said.

Just pure presence for an eternal moment.

Why can't we live like that our whole life?

Because we think there is so much time ahead to really live and death is far away?

Life is like the Night-Blooming- Jasmine which just blooms and drops even before anyone could grasp it's beauty.

Before I melt away, meet me in there, in that fragile, messy brief moment of aliveness.

Life is too short to not live.