“Sunsets (and sunrises), like childhood, are viewed with wonder. Not just because they are beautiful, but because they are fleeting.”
~ Richard Paul Evans
I love waiting for that exact moment that the sun will break the horizon, or in today’s case, a bank of clouds. There is always peace in that fleeting moment ….
Yesterday, I was asked to reflect a bit on impermanence and attachment. I was writing for my other blog – a fairly lengthy entry as I had quite a bit on my mind – when suddenly the wordpress database came back with an error and would not refresh. Ugh. While I know that my blog auto-saves every few minutes or so, what if my 1,000+ words were just lost? Fortunately, they weren’t. But if they were, would I decide to re-write them? Could I even, as much of what I wrote was simply streaming thoughts? The past is like that … Fictional, changing, depending on how we choose to view it.