Here in Pennsylvania the tulips are in various stages of maturity. The beautiful yellow ones in front of my house dried up and blew away, while the others are somewhere near the end of their life cycle.
I found these in a local park and they seem to be in their prime, but in a few weeks they will be gone forever-dust to dust. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m getting older or maybe I just notice it more, but things seem to move a lot faster now.
Watching the flowers come and go is also watching the days speed by, and I know I’m running out of time. Of course this is how life works; we’re here for a while and then we’re gone. And whether we acknowledge it or not, suffering comes from wanting things to be different than they are.
W. Somerset Maugham, author of The Razor’s Edge has a great perspective on impermanence: “Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.”
Along the way, take time to smell the flowers, in as many ways as you can for as long as you can.
We come, we see we do and we die. This is life. But the bigger picture is that from nothing become something and from that something become nothing over and over. We do not die. We just transition.
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I’m going to put that on my gravestone.
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From nothing become something and from something become nothing. Over and over
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I like your thoughts more than all these wise quotes, you know.
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You and my therapist both Alena but sometimes after the photography, the editing and the processing I’m too exhausted to write something.
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Oh, there’s a small company already!
It’s sad that it makes you so tired.
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I think I try too hard and take it too seriously.
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