This line:

Life is a sequence of awakenings

Brings me so much emotion. You've written a very good ending too for your prose:

The word collects together what is alive, and even when it dies down, it’s still here, hidden under the snow of nonexistence, silently waiting for a spring sunbeam.

I personally think life is always present. Whatever happens, the living makes its way to thrive. Thank you very much for sharing!