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A fistful of sand

A fistful of sand is all that life is, at any given point of time and that sand is meant to slip away forever. Until you pick up another fistful and so life continues. The fleeting moments the sand is nestled in your palm is the only reality that is yours to claim, once it slips away it will never come back. It drops down to the beach and becomes one with the vast sands of the shoreline, unrecognizable in its individuality. You may try to take another fistful but it will not be the same, even though the anticipation of a better fistful awaits, once this is lost, the loss does sting in ways you do not imagine. The fear then arises, maybe the next one is not as good, and then the excitement what if it is greater than you ever can imagine. Both cannot be trusted, because all you have is a fistful of sand. 

A fistful of sand, nestled lovingly in your palm,