What If Life's Flash Before Our Eyes Starts Long Before the End?
They say life flashes before our eyes in our final moments, but perhaps we’ve misunderstood the timing. What if the process begins long before that final breath, as a gradual unfolding rather than a single, dramatic reel?
As we age, memories resurface—faces from decades ago, moments we thought were forgotten. These recollections might not be random; maybe they are the soul’s way of preparing for the transition, a quiet rehearsal for letting go.
Like the final chapters of a book, they help us make sense of the story we’ve lived, weaving loose threads into something whole.
Maybe life flashing before our eyes begins long before the final breath—a gradual replay of our story, reminding us of where we’ve been as we quietly prepare for where we’re going.
Perhaps this is life’s gentle way of saying, “It’s almost time,” not with fear but with a nudge to reflect, to savor, and to finish the journey consciously...
Life’s Slow Rewind
They say your life will flash one day,
But maybe it starts in a slower way.
As time grows short, the memories flow,
A quiet sign that it’s time to go.
A childhood laugh, a love once near,
Old voices whisper, soft and clear.
Moments rise from the depths of the past,
A gentle reminder, life doesn’t last.
It’s not a rush, no sudden fall,
Just fragments that show we’ve lived it all.
As death draws close, the reels unwind,
And life prepares with its slow rewind.
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