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The Beauty of Impermanence

In a world that is constantly changing, it is easy to become attached to the things we hold dear. We cling to the people we love, to the places that bring us comfort, and to the memories that shape our lives. But in doing so, we often forget that all things are fleeting, that everything will eventually fade away.

This is the paradox of life, that we are drawn to the things that will inevitably leave us, that we will one day have to say goodbye. And yet, it is in this very impermanence that we find the greatest beauty.

For it is the knowledge of our own mortality that gives us the courage to live fully in the present moment. It is the understanding that life is short that spurs us to make the most of every moment, to find joy in the simple things, and to love with all our hearts.

The beauty of impermanence is that it teaches us to appreciate the here and now, to look for the beauty in the everyday, and to find solace in the things that endure. Although the things we love may someday fade away, the love we have for them will endure, a testament to the life we lived and the memories we made.

So embrace the impermanence of life, for it is in the transience of things that we find their true beauty. Let us live our lives with open hearts and open minds, knowing that each moment is a precious gift and that everything, no matter how fleeting, has the power to leave a lasting impact.

For in the end, it is not the things we hold onto that define us, but the love we give and the memories we create. And though life may be temporary, the legacy we leave behind will endure, a testament to the beauty of the human spirit and the power of the human heart.

A fresh cherry blossom,

The sky a pink hue.

Time marches on the same,

For me or for you.

The summer sun,

The shades of blue.

Time marches on the same,

For me or for you.

Burnt autumn leaves,

The cold morning dew.

Time marches on the same,

For me or for you.

The sun slips into a night where,

Change is the only lie that's true.

Time marches on the same,

No longer for me — just for you.

- Tarun Mathew Doss



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