Updated: Aug 23, 2021
People come and go,
Things are hot, and then they’re not
You get caught up in fads, before they simply whither away
The people we Love, die, leaving us only with memories or regrets
The season’s change, you yourself change.
We change jobs, homes, and friends and so the list goes on.
In a world of increasingly rapid change,
We are always distracted, looking for our next hit
Consumed, trying to keep up, trying to stay relevant by chasing earthly things
We fall in and out of Love as easily as swipe left or right
Discarding people like we discard tissue paper.
Often-mistaking passion, or lust for Love
So overwhelmed by both our desires and all the choices we have, that we become numb and paralysed,
Not knowing where to turn or who to turn to.
But there is one constant source of Love in the world