Then you begin to question the changing weather. The bustling street and the passersby making ends meet. The beggars stretching out their hands, hoping to fill their empty stomachs. Then there’s the city’s flickering lights. Your mind enigmatically takes in every version of what your eyes perceive. Fleeting. Uncertain. Hazy faces traversing the peripheral view. Everything’s not fine as you inhale the sea breeze. Then you exhale. That moment of relief. That moment of letting go. That striking moment you knew—nothing lasts forever.