One last souvenir...

His life is made up of a collection of moments that are not his to keep. The pain he encounters throughout his days spent on this earth comes from the illusion that some moments can be held onto. He clings to people and experiences that were never his in the first place, and that's what causes him to miss out on the beauty of the miracle that is the now. All of this is his, yet none of it is. How could it be? When will it stick into that thick head of his!? Everything is fleeting. To love and let go, love and let go, love and let go. It's the single most important thing he still has to learn in this lifetime.