Excerpts

   
 A beginning and an end. That’s how we describe finite. 
Something definite, something constant, something defined. 
Life, as an ultimatum, falls under this too. On the contrary, 
the principle of life, time, is infinite. And thus, we are bound in
this stringless confinement wherein the one infinite thing wades 
straight through the grasps of our palms. Life goes on and so does 
time; it is a resounding pathway that never deflects. But when we 
deduce life to just a mere confinement, we do indeed skip the moments 
that slip away. And these moments we later preserve in our memories.