Ephemeral. Transient. Fleeting.
For someone so young and untouched by death / illness, I seem to be overly preoccupied with the passing of time.
The vague feeling that 'this' won't last forever.
I remember once writing a speech (in Japanese) on cherry blossoms as a metaphor for life and the passing of time.
After one, two weeks, the petals scatter to the wind. Like snow. A beautiful but haunting reminder of our mortality.
Perhaps it comes from being an 'old soul'.
Reflecting on the fragility of life seems sad.
But it's not.
After lunch -- one short nap;
On waking up -- two cups of tea.
Raising my head, I see the sun's light
Once again slanting to the south-west.
Those who are happy regret the shortness of the day;
Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth.
But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness
Just go on living, regardless of 'short' or 'long'.
From Eat This Poem. Recipes inspired by poetry, naturally.Po Chu-i (772-846)Translation by Arthur Waley