Life is seconds.

Seconds and minutes and hours and days

Weeks and months and years spent

Hoping for more seconds,

So that there may be more

And more for us to hope for.

But life is also firsts.

First breaths and laughs and walks and kisses

Loves and hugs and wishes forgotten

In the passing of seconds,

Waiting for there to be more

And more for us to reach for.

But life is nothing.

Zero and nada and zip and zilch

Nix and naught and nil

If we forget all of the firsts

And let our seconds pass,

Because there will always be more

And so much more for us to grasp.

So you see, life is seconds.

Filled with firsts and bests and worsts

Marked by tears and scars and smiles

That build up to shape our lives

Every day that we open our eyes,

And there will always be so very much more

Because each day is a new "first" door.

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