“Trace of being”

The illusion of permanence.
We often live as if everything will last forever: our plans, our bodies, the people around us.
But the truth is everything changes. Everything fades…

We spend so much time thinking about the past or worrying about the future, that we forget the only real thing we have is now.
This moment. This breath. This feeling.

The present is fragile, like a trace on glass. Easy to miss, easy to lose.
But it’s the only place where life truly happens.

Do you always feel present in your life? Or sometimes just passing through?