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lqb2quotes · 10 months

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When life changes, you will probably miss the way it was. You may miss those long morning drives or walks to the office, or those hectic family gatherings. You may miss them because those moments are finite — you will only travel those streets and see those people a certain amount of times.

Every time you do something that is one less time you do it. One day you will do something the final time and you will rarely know when that day comes.

For all you know, today might be the last time you walk in a particular neighborhood. Or it might be the last time you smile at a particular someone. To think otherwise, would be foolish. Nothing is guaranteed, except this moment. Your only real choice is to cherish every exchange like it is your last — because it very well might be.

Therefore, the best way to cherish life is to remind yourself of life's impermanence. It is to remember that every time you see someone that is one less time you see them. It is to remember that every time you go somewhere that is one less time you visit. By doing this, you naturally slow down. Almost like a reflex, you start to truly live.

— Entrepreneur and creative director Andrew Anabi on how to cherish life:

#Andrew Anabi #entrepeneur #creative director #life #cherish life #morning #gatherings #finite #moments #times #memories #walk #foolish #guaranteed #nothing #cherish #slow down #reflex #live

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notyourflowerywriter · 9 months

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I think we all have an August in our lives. The august that teaches us the art of accepting a life that is brand new and leaving behind the one which was the very reason you cherished change because now you no longer have to check your phone hundred times in a row, expecting a text, that would decide your mood for the rest of the day. I feel blessed to have learnt the truth that august is the one door that let's you experience the playful kiss of summer and the brutal endearment of winter. It's automatic how the ambience shifts from the splashy rainy days to the moistureless nights, when you're stunned to have found an umbrella inside your backpack which has been unused for few days now. I really believe that August is charming with it's potential to make our lives all the more serene and colourful.

#August #original writings #august slipped away into a moment in time #paragraphs #taylor swift inspired #cherish life

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varunamatya · 1 year

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“A Tribute to the Fleeting Beauty of Life”

My heart weighs heavy, for I've just come to see That everything, oh everything, has an expiry date on it, you see The flowers that once bloomed so brightly in the field Will wither and fade, leaving only memories revealed

The sun that rises every morning without fail Will one day set for the very last time, its brightness pale The laughter that echoes through the halls so free Will one day fade away, leaving only silence in its wake, you'll see

The love that once burned so fiercely in our hearts Will one day flicker out, leaving only ashes and broken parts The moments we cherish and hold so dear Will one day slip away, leaving only the echo of a tear

The realization dawns, that time waits for no one And the precious things we hold so dear, will one day be gone But let us not be consumed by sadness or despair For in the fleeting moments, we can find beauty so rare

Let us cherish each moment, and hold it tight For though it may be fleeting, it shines so bright Let us live each day with love and grace For in this fleeting life, that's all we can embrace [Amidst the chaos and uncertainty of life, sometimes we stumble upon a moment of clarity. And today, with complete work of ChatGPT, I was reminded of the fleeting beauty of life, of how every moment is precious and deserves to be cherished. This poem, inspired by the wisdom of ChatGPT, serves as a tribute to the ephemeral nature of existence, and a reminder to embrace every moment with love and grace.]

#EmbraceTheMoment #Cherish Life #Beauty in Fleeting Moments #Life is Precious #Carpe Diem #Live With Love And Grace #Seize The Day #Love and Loss #Momento Mori #Chat GPT #ChatGPT #Wordsmith 3000 #AI #Poem by ChatGPT #A Tribute to the Fleeting Beauty of Life

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euesworld · 2 years

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"Good morning, life is so beautiful...so why not cherish it the way you cherish your cup of coffee, like you'll never get another one.. cause each day could be your last."

Speaking of coffee, I could use a cup haha - eUë

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sentosagirl · 2 years

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Tanjong Pagar Crash 13 Feb 2021

They were celebrating Chinese New Year. Source: Strait Times Just by looking at the video footage, anyone can tell that the car is speeding at a fast speed. Previously in the news, it was stated that they went to Ang Mo Kio where they consumed alcoholic drinks. Accident happened was at Tanjong Pagar. Which means they drank and drive. They even took turns to drive. Which means that all the blame…

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#Car Crash #Cherish Life #Crash #Life #Tanjong Pagar #Tanjong Pagar Crash

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estrellalunablanca · 12 days

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Life End ,Life Begins Everyday ,Everyday Someone Die , Someone Born ,Life Is Everywhere.is The Cycle of Life.

#love #Life #Faith #Breath life #Live #Treasure Life #Cherish Life #god #2019 #Baby #mother love #father #Children's

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kanachtun · 22 days

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𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔.🏔️

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆!🌿

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚!⬇️

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#youtube #cteate memories #live in the moment #cherish life #memories for life #memories #beautiful moments #save emotions #vibes #adventures #sunsets #travel #kanach tun #yenokavan #new places

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carissa3mae · 8 months

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This world and this life are too short to dwell on the negatives that dwell within it; we should instead focus our attention to the positive experiences that we have in life. 😁 Life is full of positive experiences and good things, and it's our job to cherish each and every one of them. From the little things like having your favorite drink, to the big things like buying a home or welcoming a new member of the family, there is so much in this life to hold dear and to be thankful for.

Thinking about the negatives only brings us down even further; we can become depressed or stressed because we're only thinking about the bad things. Acknowledging the bad is a part of life and we have to accept it in order to move on, and, as much as it sucks in the moment, we need to move on and continue to have a good time regardless of what life throws at us.

A "HOT OIL" warning flashing across the dashboard of your Jeep while you're on an island, or finding out that your dog decided to pee in your bed, both are bad, and both really suck in the moment, but picking up the pieces and still managing to find something positive in the day is what matters most. 💖

#Carissa's Posts #Carissa Mae Whaddya Say #text #reminder #reminders #life #gift #gifts #life is a gift #cherish life #live life #love life #living #look for the good #find the good #look for the positive #find the positive

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 5 months

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put me back in the oven i am NOT done baking

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tpeakphotos · 1 year

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I added the text to this image shortly after hearing that two separate former co-workers of mine passed from heart attacks on the same day (one of which was a few years younger than me). It really is the sort of thing to remind you to cherish the life you’re given!

ABOUT THE IMAGE USED: The Smoke Creek Desert, which stretches from US 395 in Lassen County, California well in to northwestern Nevada can be a barren wasteland at times. But it can also be a very beautiful place when there’s still a bit of greenery in the spring, especially when there are some beautiful clouds overhead, and maybe a rainbow in late day golden hour light.

#cherish life #life is good #live every day #enjoy life #enjoy the journey #enjoy the little things #smell the flowers #original art #original photographers #photographers on tumblr

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shelivesingalaxies · 1 year

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Since when did we start having a criteria of what sort of living is the good kind?

If one doesn't live a certain way, does that make his life worth any less?

Tell me. Since when did expectations change the way we hold one's life to high esteem? When were we given the right to judge one's worth?

#musings #feelings #dare to be different #dear you #life #i require better standards for humanity #suppressed feelings #hating the world #loving #cherish life #esteem

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uncanny-tranny · 8 months

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I love you, trans people with intellectual disabilities. You deserve to have the same opportunities as everybody else, and that's because you are a person. You deserve to be happy. Intellectually disabled trans people deserve the exact same respect, recognition, and love that (should be) afforded to everybody else.

Intellectually disabled trans people, you deserve to make your own decisions about your transness. You are allowed to want for transition or to change your name, clothes, hair, pronouns, or anything else. You deserve support and understanding. I hope you are able to receive that. You belong in this world as your true self. Your transness and your disability/disabilities are not bad things - they are good, and they are important.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #intellectual disability #disability #disability positivity #trans positivity #absolutely *so* tired of people 'forgetting' that intellectually disabled trans people; 1) exist and 2) are autonomous human beings #absolutely hate hate hate the ableism of 'but we have to protect ID trans people from themselves :('#no. YOU deserve to have a say in your life intellectually disabled trans person. you are a person first and foremost #you don't need to be 'saved' from the 'tragedy' of having an ID or from being trans...#...these things are neutral at worst. you deserve whatever support you want and/or need...#...but you aren't ever a bad person for that. you are loved. you are worthy. you are cherished. you deserve to be you

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solarisfortuneia · 2 months

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— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together.

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this.

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow.

“please, please,” he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.”

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,” he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—” his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain.

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray.

please, please tell me it’ll be okay.

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time.

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.

“— just wake up, beloved.”

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere.

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—”

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.”

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you.

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

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every person has their curiosities.

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things.

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person.

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away.

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.”

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long.

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

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alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play.

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones.

a wish that you’d come back, somehow.

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did. but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you.

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.” kaveh calls his name softly.

alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,” he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.”

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.