Life is a series of frames.
Each moment holy and unique in its own right.
Every single life a museum of works.
Each skull housing endless paintings.
You experience one thing and it quickly becomes a frame in your mind.
You see a sunset in between a valley and it becomes a prime exhibition.
To aspire to relive a moment not only degrades the quality of that painting,
But it also burns the whole museum down.
So honour each moment as you would a beautiful painting.
Admiring gracefully in the present before mindfully moving onto the next.
Because soon you find that one second it’s there,
and the next you are not.