While it's still here

  "And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.”

― Milan Kundera, 

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The Longing for Repetition 

Why time breaks the heart 

There is a quiet  tragedy buried in the way time moves for us.

This thought doesn't just strike the intellect- it stirs something deeply emotional. 

We don't just want joy; we want it again. We want the moments that once lit us up

 

to return, just as they were. The problem is, time doesn't look back. It presses

forward, leaving even our most cherished experiences as ghosts in its wake. 

We can revisit places, hear the same songs, even recreate scenes- but the emotional 

climate shifts. The light is different. You are different.

That's the heart of human dilemma: joy exists in fleeting bursts, 

and it's very nature is changeable. We crave not just the feeling but the recurrence

of the feeling. We are creatures built to move forward, but our souls sometimes want 

to turn around.

And perhaps that's the hidden grace: if we can't repeat joy, we are driven to recognize it while it happens. Not to ask "Will this come again?" but to say, "Let me feel it fully now."