A Transient Life

“Meet this transient world with neither grasping nor fear…”

I am yet again incredulous at how transient life is, how easily everything falls away. Marriages, and love, and friendships and careers take so many hours of careful planning, and precise and orderly action, and chance and luck and faith and love…

Yet how quickly, and suddenly, and easily they fall away.

How quickly death comes, how suddenly illness knocks, how stealthily suffering appears. It is as if in the same moment that you are planning your wedding, your groom deserts you; and in the same hour that you are speaking with pride of your job, it is no longer yours.

It is hard not to be overcome by it all. It is hard to be unaffected by your aunt who is a little more unwell everyday, it is hard to walk into an office where friends no longer have jobs, hard to go on with life snatching every chance of happiness its got…

And yet, the show must go on.

It is why temples exist. It is why we meditate. It is why yoga exists, and why I seek solace in it. It is why I would rather spend a Friday night with a copy of Thich Nhat Hanh than a drink, and why I must continue to love deeply and dream easily and hope madly. It is also why I must write, why you must write, why we all must pursue our odd and mad passions with fervor, for when all else fails…they remain.

And, all else does fail. If not now, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then somewhere in time a love will falter, a job will go awry, a friendship will sour, a house we worked all our lives for will crumble. It is the very nature of life, loss is inevitable.

And yet, the show must go on.



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