Haiku — 0037: Ephemeral
The transience of it all.
A passing cloud, a crashing wave, a day, a life, a universe. At some level, on a relative scale, everything is transient.
Funny how the days seem to pass slowly, when, it just feels like 2021 was yesterday. I couldn’t help but write this entry.
A blooming flower,
Waiting for a dry ending,
One day of fragrance.
At the risk of sounding slightly morbid, let me ask this — What is the point of it all?
My example, between pushing myself to train, learning new things and skills, and expanding my universe — What does it all mean, in the end? While the bustling energy is very much a blooming flower, it also shares the same fate as the flora — One which inevitably leads to a decline, an end.
Knowing that, does it make any difference?
But then, I also think of what I wrote at the beginning.
That part about “slow days, rapid years” — And that perhaps holds the response and the reason.
It’s not the short duration of these days that should be focused, but rather, the fact that we get to experience them. And that would mean, we doing whatever we can, whatever we like, and whatever gives us, and our transient selves, meaning.
The infinitesimal day of fragrance.
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