There are temporary tatoos. There are temporary hair dyes, temporary housing arrangements, temporary storage units. Weather is temporary. Sidewalk chalk is temporary. Life? Yeah, in a way that’s temporary too.
But I strongly believe that there are also temporary people and I think I’m one of them.
Take a snapshot and it will last forever. But eternity doesn’t ensure that there will always be someone there to remember who belonged to all of the smiling faces. There is always something happening behind the still life that nobody recognizes because they’re captured by the freeze-frame.
Everyone always leaves temporary people behind. So in a way, life is all one big freeze-frame while the rest of the world moves beyond my periphery.