There is nothing more permanent than temporary

In the sky, a bizarre weather vane, like a grotesque carousel, was spinning, spreading its wings with the wind and shining with the colors of the rainbow. Then golden-yellow, then bright red - they captivated the eye and mysteriously melted, like fleeting emotions on people's faces. Dreams and hopes were flying high, in unattainable shining heights, like downy clouds framing a gray world. Their lightness and transparency fascinated, filling the hearts with warmth and a sense of infinity. But, like clouds, they touched the ground weakly, quickly lost their shape and disappeared, as if they were nothing. In the midst of this endless carnival of feelings and emotions, there lived a boy as beautiful as the sunset itself, like a dewdrop on a lily petal. His eyes reflected the echoes of the twinkling stars, calling to plunge into the blue depths of the night and read the message imprinted in their light. He was obsessed with the seeker, the seeker of infinity and constancy, and in his quest he wondered: "Maybe some truth that is not around me should be somewhere far away?" One day, at the dawn of an April morning, when there was still a fragrant dampness and tenderness in the air, the boy stumbled upon an ancient lamppost, which was losing its function in autumn. He was old and covered with mold, like a sad forgotten past. But a dim light penetrated from its cracks, like a starry satellite that was invisible to the eyes of others. The boy realized that there is power in this aged scenery, that it tells the story of time. He only came closer and began to listen like a quiet wind, carrying the meaning of life that had sounded over and over again, but had passed by. He realized that the light in the cracks of the lamppost symbolizes the truth in a world where everything is temporary. "There is nothing more permanent than temporary," - swept through his soul, like an echo of the universe. That's why everything seems so beautiful and sad at the same time - because neither beauty nor sadness can calm the burning fire of time. Now the boy knew that the main thing was not to find infinity itself, but to appreciate the moments of her touch. He realized that he should enjoy the bright moments, being ready to let them go free.