Every breath you take, you expel a small part of your soul.
The one thing you keep on doing with your life is something you literally put your heart into.
And each intake of air is precious, much like time. Because with every second, and every breath, you become one with what you dedicate to do.
This also includes people you surround yourself. Each inhale and exhale, you receive and give. You give yourself to people that matter and you receive themselves in exchage.
As short-lived happiness is,
As different each form of joy can be,
As how wealthy one person varies depending on what they consider their treasures,
Are as much of a fact as death's consistency.
No one can prevent the forthcoming of a constant element that life is paired with.
Because life is ephemeral. And when breathing turns to shallow short draws of air, one slowly expires.
That is why when one arrives to the point where they take their last breath, they die.
Then, they finally give to the world the last piece of their entire being.
Did it change anything? Did they make a difference?
Or was it another end to a lost soul that never found what it seeked?