Gam Zeh Yaavor

Gam Zeh Yaavor.

And This too, shall pass.

Yes, even this too will pass.

For such is the bleakness and awesomeness of life.

Nothing really lasts. Two years have gone by in a snap, just like that. Good times, bad times, all fade away into the dumpyard called the past, where we can only stand outside the locked gates, catching glimpses of the piles of stuff behind it.

I still vaguely remember time I first contemplated about the impermanence of life when I was a kid. I thought about death and I don't think I got much sleep that night. The thought of non-existence affected me deeply. How small and fragile I was, struggling to stay afloat in the river of time, ready to be swept away without a moment's notice. And the thought of having no thought, the eternal void, where even the our human notions of nothingness can never comprehend, struck me greatly. Then morning came, I woke up, ate my breakfast, brush my teeth and went to school as usual.

Many years later, I no longer have that fear, thank God.

Thought I'd something more to say.