Everything matters in this world until one day you wake up in a hospital room, hooked up to oxygen tubes and drips. Then, nothing really matters anymore.

The dreams you framed
The achievements you gained
The gossips and tea
Responsibilities and duty
All that matters is your heartbeat
The blood flowing inside and the way you breathe
It won't be permanent tho;
Your dreams will matter again
and so your achievements,
As you heal, the chaotic world will begin to make sense again.

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)