If emotion is intrinsic to humans, do we lose our humanity as we lose our passion?
I watched from a distance, a couple content in each-other’s embrace, and smiled, a tinge of loneliness.
"Let them have their time" I thought, looking away,"I’ve given up that habitus, there’s too much to do, schedules to keep, systems to build"
I checked my watch, pausing for one last glimpse.
"Let them enjoy their love, pray that they appreciate what it means"
A sting of jealousy persists, for they have years, yet I have but a passing wave.
"But it is not for I to question the natural order"
Life, an artist, Death, an architect