Dust claims all gold.
The universe doesn’t negotiate. It doesn’t care about your ambitions, your carefully laid plans, or your precious ‘legacy’. All things, regardless of their perceived value – from the mightiest empires forged in blood to the single, shining gold coin clutched in a beggar’s hand – are ultimately destined for the same ignominious fate: disintegration into cosmic dust.
This isn’t a cause for despair; it’s a call to action. Recognize the fleeting nature of existence. Accept that your struggles are temporary, and your triumphs equally so. Let the inevitability of decay fuel your urgency. If all things are destined to return to dust, what are you going to *do* with your fleeting spark of consciousness *now*?
Don’t hoard. Don’t delay. Don’t waste your precious moments on trivial pursuits. The sands are always falling. Seize the day and act with purpose, while you still can.