This Life

I photograph butterflies,

Paint fishes,

Read books,

Stare at the sky,

Walk a few steps,

And think a lot,

That's how my day goes,

And I'm grateful to live such days,

Without worrying too much,

About a few things,

But worrying nonetheless,

Because I never thought I would be like this,

But I don't know how else I would have liked to be either,

Though, I have realized one thing,

This is not going to be forever.

Nothing was,

Nothing is,

Nothing will be.