Life is only transient.
Youth, once gone, doesn’t return.
Days are not the same as other days.
So why are people cruel?
- Hla Stavhana
I’m still stuck in my spell of not having much to say – but a random thought crossed my mind today and I wanted to get it posted before I forgot about it (as so often happens). I found myself contemplating the winter today, something I tend to do on really warm, allergy-triggering days, and my thoughts dwelled on snowflakes. What really impressed me was the minute symmetry, intricacy, uniqueness … and transiency of these crystals. I thought it was sort of bizarre, that Nature would go through the trouble of creating something like this, only to have it melt sometimes only minutes after its creation – and that’s when the connection took place, when I realized that we are essentially no different from a snowflake. As we drift in the wind, we add to our individuality and intricacy; but our fate is to end.
Why Nature would go through such efforts, to create something unique and precious, only to bring it to an end is perhaps, after all, best explained by the snowflake: Nature melts the snowflake so that it can be taken back up to the sky and reformed into something new, and equally unique … which means that drifting is only part of the snowflake’s journey.
