The Essence of Evanescence

[3guanoff]

Please share your musing on evanescence with me. The ever-changing nature of life combined with its essence of evanescence causes us great sorrow and great joy. Write a short story or journal entry.

after a certain age, there is death, death, and more death.
in the blink of an eye, where once children climbed on trees there is a parking lot. the woman you fancied is married with four children. the comrades you served with are wisps of smoke drifting up to the starry sky. the mates you drank with are bowing out of the great game, leaving you to play alone.
and yet no matter what happens around us, we live, and we live, and we live.

 

[Stemcells]

It's not exactly what your prompt asked for, but this is something I wrote about two years ago,

I had returned after a season. It was still raining, the swift breeze carrying raindrops along it's journey. They delivered me the memory of this place, the flowers in the front garden which no longer bloomed. The newly planted life barely keeping it's tiny eyes open, looked at me with astonishment.
Do I belong here?
I know this place is mine, I feel my distant memories flood my mind, of my childhood, of my days with long gone grandparents. Yet it somewhat feels like a foreign space.
Is it because of these new things that i didn't know about? Little things like these tend to get out of mind. Must be because of it that no one told me about.
Is it because of their day, that no longer include me? Or because of my schedule which is devoid of lovely interactions with them?
It still feels like tomorrow when I first set my foot in the university. The course is still so long.
But it feels like ages since I left home. Why?
They would never forget me, I know that for sure. I want to stay.
But I have my exams next week.