It all goes by so fast. The older I get the less one year means in the context of my total life. Time seems to move faster; it's just my memory of a year getting shorter. It took me this long to bloom, more than a quarter of a century. And now that the flower is open, I marvel at how short a time I have before it expires.
This is it: the demonstration of our mortality. Our whole lives are one big long lesson in impermanence; sprout, bloom, expire. We are encouraged to reflect on impermanence, as if we could miss the lesson. More than ever, on the precipice of a new year, I can feel the rush of time as everything forms and dissolves and blows away. Better love every moment. It's all we get, and nothing that we leave behind can ever be retrieved.Labels: Buddhism, impermanence, photos |
