Fluff #3

FLUFF
Vi går gennem livet
med armene fulde af bolde –
store af ansvar,
små af drømme,
lette som latter,
tunge som kærlighed.

Nogle griber vi.
Nogle taber vi.
Nogle triller væk af sig selv,
går i stykker,
eller bliver båret videre
af andre hænder end vores egne.

Og måske er det ikke meningen,
at vi skal holde det hele i gang.

Måske er livet bare
den stille kunst
at elske bevægelsen,
selv når vi slipper.

FLUFF
We move through life
with our arms full of balls —
some large with responsibility,
some small with dreams,
some light as laughter,
some heavy as love.

Some we catch.
Some we drop.
Some roll away on their own,
break apart,
or are carried onward
by hands other than our own.

And perhaps it was never meant
for us to keep everything in motion.

Perhaps life is simply
the quiet art
of loving the movement,
even when we let go.