Forever Is Myth

We grow up hearing about forever. It's stitched into our stories, carved into love song, and whispered into promises. Forever is the castle in sky, the promises of permanence, the illusion that some things - or people - will always be there.

But here's the truth I've come to carry; Forever Is Myth.

It's not real. Not in the way we were taught to believe. And that's not meant to be cynical -just clear-eyed.

Everything changes. People leave. Moments fade. The things that once defined us - our favorite shirt, our first love, our childhood home - become memories we hold like fragile glass. Even the strongest of emotions dull over time, not out of carelessness, but because the heart makes room for new seasons. And that is a quiet kind of grace.

Still, we chase "forever". We etch it into tree bark. We promise it in rings. We Write it in ink, permanent and trembling. We want things to last, to stay, to mean something forever. maybe it's human to crave that kind of permanence - a way to feel safe in world that is always shifting. We don't want the things we love to become just stories. But they do. And maybe that's okay.

There's a strange comfort in admitting that forever doesn't exist. It frees us.

If we stop clinging to the idea that everything must last, we start living a way  in a way that honors now. We become present. The people we love are not guaranteed to be with us forever, but they are here today, and that is sacred. The sunrise will fade, but for a moment, it light up the sky in fire. isn't  that beautiful enough ?

Instead of measuring a relationship by how long it lasts, we can ask how deeply it touched us. Instead o wishing to relive a moment forever, we can be thankful we lived it at all. There's a quiet power in letting go of permanence and choosing presence.

I used to fear endings. They felt like failure, like grief written in bold. But endings are not the enemy. Some things are meant to be temporary, like borrowed light. And not everything that fades is lost. Sometime, what doesn't last stays with us in other ways in the way we grow, in the way we learn to love, in the way we remember.

a person in your life is on season might still shape you words, your choices, your art. A place you called home might no longer exist on the map, but it lives in your bones. Time takes many things, but it give us meaning. Without impermanence, we might never learn to cherish what we have.

So, no forever is real. Not in the literal, unbroken, unchanging way we once imagined. But that doesn't make love less valuable. It doesn't make a friendship less scared. In fact, it makes everything more precious. Knowing that nothing lasts forever is what teaches us to hold things gently, to say thank you, to pay attention.

If forever is a myth, then moments are  we really have. Let's make them matter.

Let's say what we mean. Let's take the photos. Let's write the letter. Let's forgive when we can, and let go when we must. let's be fully, achingly, wonderfully here.

Because one day, even this  - this page, this thought, this breath- will be gone. But maybe, for a moment, for now, that's enough.