The sky can disappear right through the eyes of the beholder.
He said “It was least expected.” and he continued.
“Just when you believe things are going as they should be, and you are content with life for its beauty, and feel an ocean of gratefulness inside you. And suddenly everything falls apart, tumbling over each other, depositing in the most unthought of ways, deep down in the trenches. Challenging your very notion and understanding of life.
Nothing can compare to moments like this, when you gravely hope it was just a bad dream. To wake up with sadness and get over it in a flash, sucked into the motion of life.”
He paused for a moment and added “But life eventually does that to you, gets you back into the scheme of the universe, it accommodates you into the ever-evolving pattern, in spite of!”
The days are numbered not by itself, but by the minds that lurk at time from behind the boulders of captured knowledge. Knowledge captured and labeled, is limited and only pretends to be. Limitless things are many, and life is one. Days flowing through the sky, are but the same as the life that flows within each of us, unbridled and continuous. Knowledge is the path, that takes us towards life, life in its entirety, life that is vibrant, life that is self supported by itself, life that is self assured of its own grandeur.