the meaning of life

And so it was that once again she found herself gazing hopelessly out the window with tears glistening across her cheeks, like the stars across the night sky. Could it be that once again the moment had passed and once again she couldn't quite grasp its reins and so just let it slip through her fingers like the sands of time. The reason she cried was not because she was sad to be leaving but simply because she was afraid that she wouldn't remember this moment as clearly as she did right now. She knew that over time her memory would fade and she would forget the smaller details that all added to life's magic. Like the sweet taste of Avena or the distant sound of the local fish monger selling "Camerones" in the background. Everyday bought a new experience and a new feeling. Everyday she had learnt something new about herself. The trouble was she had grown and changed so much that she was no longer sure of herself or how to be who she thought she once was. With this growth came a new wave of uncertainty. Yet at the same time came one thing she was sure of... life was beautiful. Life had a crazy way of throwing people into unusual situations... those who noticed were the ones riding the waves of life. And of course those who didn't, were the ones with their heads in the sand. Lost deep in reflection of all that had once been, she couldn't help but smile as she remembered what life was all about.