temporary. yeah.
Well it’s a fact, everything is so temporary. So fast and fleeting, from the breaths we take to Time itself. The moments we futilely try to hold on to, the people we try so hard to keep, thoughts that keep racing through our heads, emotions that are just so volatile.
Maybe, I’m in the best position now to talk about impermanence. The kind of impermanence that involves the uncertainty of what I’ll be doing hours from now, days from nows, months, and even years from now. Everything is just hanging so precariously. Like in Limbo.
The unpredictability of Tomorrow drives me crazy! Reflecting on the how Time can be so hypersonic and how change is so inevitable, I realized that we’re powerless to change certain situations and circumstances but we CAN do something within the context of time, the attempt to encapsulate, to capture moments and make them real, to make them count and not allowing them to become some hazy blur of color, perhaps artistically beautiful yet remain undefined and muted nonetheless. We try to hold on, I try to hold on. Like I wrote in a prayer for class, "Teach me to let go of both what I have and don’t need that open palms receive Your blessings"…there is bound to be something or someone who’ll make you see the moments that are spectacular and alive and not as something transitory and vanishing. Instances that’ll teach us that letting go is not a sign of helplessness or inability but a mark of courage and our capacity to hope and have faith.
"Change is choice" goes a magazine editorial. I couldn’t help but nod and grin upon reading that line. To an extent, we still have the capacity to choose what we change unwilling to let the uncertainty of the Future get to us.
Maybe tomorrow…
I'll read a wonderful book
Maybe tomorrow…
I’ll discover a hidden talent of mine
Maybe tomorrow…
I’ll fall in love
…because I choose to see what the maybe-tomorrows may bring over the bland impossibility of despair.
I choose to act lest hope becomes half-hearted possibility.