there's something so beautiful about transience

The most beautiful things are temporary. (EXHIBIT A: clouds) It's almost why we even regard them as beautiful, because permanence brings together with it its evil shadow, the taken-for-granted vantage point. If you think about it for a minute, evanescence is everywhere. It doesn't rain everyday, your school bus isn't always late, you aren't always going to have a bad day at work, your mother isn't always going to be around and neither are you or that invisible weight you carry on your shoulders every moment of the day. The duality that persists in this revelation is truly amusing. It's almost like, time is the final deciding factor of the very core of existence and beyond. You attach value to tangible handfuls according to how long they're going to last. The shorter it is, the more you insist on making the most out of something hoping that it seeds nostalgia into your spirit, you'd someday get to sit by a frosty window and dwell upon. Where human beings devoid the subtlety of their simple-mindedness is when they let these timely whispers of time dissipate into the part of their brain that thrives on inertia. We're so used to looking at life from an eight year old's perspective of the "interminable" fullness of time, it's almost like we forget to age with this concept as we do with our opinions and choices. I'm constantly perturbed about illusionary plans of the future that I forget that not all the relationships (with tactile and impalpable factors) I make at eighteen are going to wrinkle with me down the road. I love my friends, my mom's Maggi recipe, the abomination of a nickname my brother has for me, the music I lodge in my playlist today, my dog's confused head-tilts when he fails to recognise something and the soft giggles aroused by inside jokes between gatherings of loved-ones. So this is me hoping to recognise their sojourn in my human experience. I wish I always remember to cherish the dew drops at dawn and the ring of my parents' phone calls.

love,

A