The beauty of life is in its impermanence. We can’t have everything we want, and the things we can don’t last forever. Sometimes things aren’t meant to last long, like flowers set out every spring; they bloom and they’re beautiful, but they were never meant to be. They wither with the cold and are gone forever.
Some things are more resilient; they depart, but they’re perennial and bloom the same each year but different. Like cherry trees, their flowers always come back, scattering new petals in the wind. They’re impermanent in their permanence, but so are you, so it feels right.
Some things are delicate, and in trying to bring them light, you leave them burned. They can be trampled by any number of careless mistakes, leaving only petals strewn at your feet.
The beauty of life is in its impermanence. The rush of water cascading down the rocks leaving a spray of mist in its wake. The clouds, in their wavering forms, casting puppet shows for all to see. A shooting star streaking through the sky emerging and vanishing like the flame of a match.
Everything is always changing, and while that can be frightening, nothing gained is nothing lost. You can’t feel the absence of something unless you’ve felt its warmth.
Whether things go our way or not, whether we get what we want or what we think we need, we should be grateful for the life we have. We may lose the physical, but we’ll always have the memories.