Everyday Lore

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Here again after a while, not sure why I stopped, not sure why I’m writing again.

A thought crossed my mind today, how impermanence increases with the passing of time and how the act of growing up morphs into an act of letting go. The context I had to go along with it was how you spend 12 years of school with the same set of people (mostly), the next 4 years of college with another set of people, and everything post that turns into a slideshow of ever-changing faces who will most likely never cross paths with you again.

And so you are faced with the not-so-sudden sudden need to come to terms with detachment, of feelings, of wants, of life. Do you keep the world at a distance for fear of the opposite? Do you risk bonding and accept the inevitable separation? Whatever you choose, ends up an ironical slap of desires/fears and their subsequent consequences/losses.

I chose to be rather passive, only for the detachment to evolve into desensitization. In hopes of accepting the unceasingly random fuckery, I ended up being indifferent to it. Oh, another person I chose to care for is starting a new part of their life that doesn’t coincide with mine? Cool cool cool.

However upon reflection, by means of writing it down, I see a different angle to it all. Life is precious because it isn’t forever, nothing is ever just a means to an end, the journey to a destination is just as beautiful. I’m here for a moment, a beautiful fleeting moment.

Cherish what I can, accept what I can’t.