Why

Why believe if it isn't real?
Why care if it doesn't matter?
Nothing remains, it all changes.
No one stays, they all move.
So, move. Become the motion and don't look back. Be faster. Mock the wind and sky. Be the force that others chase and covet.
Be of one. Connect to yourself and do not reach out. The world will go on without you and never miss a beat.
Every one longs to be remembered and it is not lasting. We are not stars, we are the blackness between. The point of all things ceasing. And it moves. Don't stop. Flow and don't think.
Don't seal the moment or the connection, because there isn't one. We create them for fear of being lost without.
In the vastness of what is, we are not.