Fully alive

All that is ancient fades with time, save only for the traces of fading memories left in our minds. 

Places and people that once were, are now only figments of imagination, remembered differently by each generation in fleeting moments of warm nostalgia. 

In the end, I suppose all that we are, and all that we do are but waves in time. 

Slowly rising, falling, and receding into that cosmic ocean from which we came. Replaced in body and spirit by new generations. 

Where does that leave you and I in this moment? 

I say it leaves us fully alive.