Life is fleeting.
Three true words.
Life is weird.
Three true words.
But what security or comfort does this truth give?
Hardly any, right?
To think about how weird it is that we do not remember the minutes gone by, the hours lived, or every moment we have ever experienced.
5 years old is a blur.
5 years ago is a blur.
So what then, is this all about? If it is not about preservation of experience, then what is it about our experience.
But how – when we are viewing the lives, the people, the stories around us, enjoying them while wondering how we will carry on when they are gone. When the stories are difficult to remember, the people fragments of moments, and the lives collections of pictures, memoirs, and thoughts that still fight to remain.
It is quite difficult, life. As it is weird, as it is fleeting.
As if pure joy and ecstasy only arrives when we are distracted. When we don’t think about it – life.
And maybe that’s the point, to not think about it too much.
Because when you think you are distracted. When you wonder you are distracted.
When you wonder about how weird, how strange, how odd, and how wrong.
Another story of yin and yang.
It is the wondering that makes us realize how to live, and how to love.
But the line between wondering and wandering must be kept keen, for wander too far and we risk getting lost.
So we wonder a little and live a lot.
Because life may seem the strangest when you are looking at it through a twisted glass frame, made of stained thoughts and a spectrum of questions.
But when you look at it right in front of you, look at it and live it the same time, it blends in each moment; refines through each joy; materializes at every shared reciprocation of warmth.
It begins to enter focus, and it doesn’t look so weird.
Quite indeed, in fact, it just looks like life.