Life is a constant blur

Blur of actions, words, people, situations and concepts. Things that take years to build can be destroyed in seconds, and there's nothing you are ever sure of. Nothing is constant except for the change. It is inevitable. You cannot speak of life as though it was concrete. It is a mixture of emotions and things that are felt and seen and it all comes up into one massive puff of smoke.

The smoke is never cleared away enough for you to grasp life completely. All the things that happen to us and how we deal with everything thrown our way add up to the mist. Life is merely an evolving cloud of eternal haze.