We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it day and night, building the bigger story. And then one day we are gone, and the spiderweb will be gone, with it our memories, the little stories that once were so important to us. Pride and ego then will be so unimportant. Material things left behind. And like that old song says, we will be just " dust in the wind".
© Gloria
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