'The value of a moment is never truly known until the time has passed and it becomes a memory of instant recall.
The heart of a gentle breeze cannot be sensed until it crosses one’s face in a whispered embrace of touching grace.
The cry of a silent tear is never shed without a suffering soul to stifle its outlet of despair.
The laugh of forced happiness will not deceive the truly content nor gather forth anew folk who are not superficial shells of fake friendship echoing false tones of praise designed to please.
The value of life can be seen within all pearls of wisdom that the fishermen throws back into the sea. It can be tasted in the sweetness of honey and felt within the breast of an expectant mother’s stomach longing to bring forth tomorrow’s crop from once fallow ground.
The value of a moment is soon gone the more precious it is. The longer it remains, the greater the sense of loss inflicted upon the sufferer when it eventually departs.
The full worth of any life is of no more value than the happiness of one's best moment.'
Copy right William Forde: August 22nd, 2018.