Humans,
we are not infinite.
We tend to forget that
we die.
Our existence is a cycle.
We are not infinite.
Yet, the things we
do.
The lives we
live.
I like to think that those things are.
Just like, the ocean
and the sky
and nature.
Like the universe.
I like to believe that,
by watching the sunrise,
or the sunset,
by camping,
or planting a tree,
I like to believe that
THAT'S how we become
infinite.
Becoming one with our surroundings.
Loving.
Appreciating and taking care.
Learning, creating.
That's the way we become immortal.
We leave a mark, a trace,
a piece of our souls.
And so we keep on living...