The gray pavement of the sidewalk was transformed into a graveyard covered by the listless bodies of the flowers. They served as a reminder of the inevitable cycle of life, everything must come to an end. I stopped during my walk to take in the moment and be with my feelings.

Life and death play out every second of the day which makes every moment so precious. The ticking clock does not stop for anything. I find that it's up to me to make the most of my time here, to live out my life in the most meaningful way. What is a meaningful existence? What does it mean to live, think, and feel? For me to approach an answer to these metaphysical questions, I need to appreciate that one day, there will be nothing. With experience and age, a meaningful life changes for me. For now, it involves creating art.

Today, I was in quite a pensive mood, perhaps because of the anniversary of September 11. I watched the controversial special, "The Path to 9/11," and I was once again saddened by the thought of all the people during the attacks and those who have died since then. The death of people I loved dearly have altered the course and quality of my life. Living necessarily involves holding on and letting go, letting go of everything and everyone. At the end, there is nothing.