TRANSIENT

Transient. Every facet, every fragment, even the zenith of it, particularly the zenith of it. Our existence is tethered by a finite span to embrace human affection and undertake human pursuits.

Embrace them fervently, each facet, even the laborious ones. For they, too, are fleeting. They are human. They epitomize the essence of existence.

The uncertainty?

The essence of existence.

The heartbreak?

The essence of existence.

The perplexity?

The essence of existence.

The elation?

The essence of existence.

Nothing is squandered if enlightenment is gleaned from it. The audacity to stumble is commensurate with the capacity to amass, and evolve.

The hourglass never ceases its descent. Regrets will only stem from refraining to fiercely grasp the aspirations that truly stirred one's soul, while they were within reach.

The ego recoils from acknowledging the impermanence of all things, for its tenure is fleeting. Hence, it incessantly races, thriving on trepidation. It ensnares one in an interminable cycle of pursuing goals that are ceaseless, ensnaring them in perpetual survival mode and fostering agony through attachment to transient entities.

Conversely, the soul exudes tranquility and serenity, for it is everlasting, harboring no urgency in its pursuits, having traversed myriad lifetimes over the aeons.

October 30, 2024 | UN