In a vast eternity of stars I am insignificant, and aware that one day all my labors shall return to dust.

My mind is never blind yet I let myself covet things I shall never acquire.

Furthermore my zeal just a shout into the void of a forever within numbered days.

Every facet of my shattered depiction of reality is inevitably doomed to oblivion.

Yet merely every jubilating moment in this little infinity I've been gifted has been incredibly liberating.

Unfettered from a stasis of insensibility and dejection I will never take a single moment for granted.