What does life mean to you, at this particular moment in time?

For me, life is sitting on my balcony, overstocked with chairs

Savouring the taste of my last cigarette late on a Sunday night

Looking out onto an empty school yard, the whistling wind brushing up against the leaves of a hundred year old tree

Where the cicadas sing under flickering stars suspended in a deep and dark blue sky

I am 26 years old, a brain ticking away within the body of a young man

Thinking of my dear beloved on her long journey home

And there isn’t much more to be told, in all honesty

As the story of my life on this one day at 26 years is rather simple

Yet I hope to remember it, and value this moment of self reflection

For the way we interpret time, as it always has been, is temporary and relative

And time right now consists of the sight of a parking lot at night, through these eyes of mine

A moment of silent internal resolution I hope to treasure and appreciate, together with its accompanying feelings

A simple type of contentment which I hope to cling onto, to use as a benchmark:

Understated joy which won’t disappear anytime soon from the heart of one in the midst of his prime