The thing about fireworks is that it represents life, pretty much.
Beautiful, short-lived.
At the first sound of the shot, when we learn to walk, the way time flies, a race of life.
The sparks, when we achieve our goals, every moment of joy, or when wishes come true, even first kiss(es) maybe.
Smoke and ash, like our all-time lows, those bleak days will soon fade away.
Then comes a few other shots, and how the whole process repeats itself, like an emotional rollercoaster of oohs and ahhs.
Choreographed and planned. Rehearsals and performances. Blood, tears and sweat. Our life, our stage.
Spectators aplenty, mostly passing phases as they come and go, capturing the fireworks with hearts and minds, for they will be always be a part of our memories and lives.
And when the whole parade is over, as all beautiful things comes to an end, so will we and our last breath.
But for the short lives we live, each spark a breathtaking piece, those moments colour us, fill us, shape us.
I live for those heart-flips-spontaneous-I sooo did not do that- moments. Even though short-lived, I know it was worth it. Every single bit.
Just like fireworks, our lives are meant to be appreciated. I don't want forever(s), I want right here, right now.
