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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.”
― W. Somerset Maugham
Nothing is permanent on this earth. Like the weather, everything changes as we are in a constant dynamic state. Today here and perhaps, gone tomorrow.
Yesteryear's poets were unaware; today, they are read, enjoyed, and celebrated, even in this age.
Sunsets draw a curtain on the spectacular show of the rain with the rainbow.
The moon is always present, trying to send its cool rays down but is limited in its ability to shine on a spot constantly.
The cloud's equanimity is challenged as wind patterns divert its intention to disperse rain evenly on earth. Stars keep shining instead of whining behind dark clouds and during the daytime when the sunlight dims any other light.
The new dawn displays new colors in nature, from spring's soft pinks to summer's bold bursts, sparkling and vibrant colors. If you are silent enough, you can hear their melody.
The blacks, greys, pinks, and all colors disappear and reappear cyclically because we, humans, are here and are stuck in a repetitive mode, similar to nature. But the repetitions differ. History repeats itself with different characters and places.
“That which is impermanent attracts compassion. That which is not provides wisdom. (116)”
― Stephen Levine, A Year to Live: How to Live This Year as If It Were Your Last
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