Everything is transitory. When the Divas look at us from wherever they are, they see our entire lives on earth as about an hour in our time. Why do we persist in living in the past or worrying about the future when all we really have is now, and now, and now? How can a person live their life with any authenticity when he or she is not truly "in the moment"?
Everything is transitory. Your possessions never belong to you, you're borrowing them until you die. Everyone that you know and love or know and dislike or know and detest, well they will be gone just as surely as you will be gone.
Everything is transitory. So why do we cling? Why do we cling to anything? What is that all about? When did it come upon us this desire to fight our lives? Who are we to question destiny... and YES there is destiny and fate. There are far too many inexplicable things which happen for destiny and fate to be discounted.
Everything is transitory. Buddhists say that the only permanent thing is impermanence. That may well be the truth, but none of us seem to realize it. Particularly when we're down at the bottom of a slippery walled well with nothing but algae around and above us.
Is there not only one way to go from that deep down place? Everything is transitory.
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