IN TIME IN TIME

„Many souls bear the scars of time, are furrowed, bent and stooped. They are distorted by all the years in which they have fought their battles with transience. They have long chased after youth and beauty, long lamented the passing of time. Because in the passing of time, they realized that everything in life is finite. That they are finite.

And fear spread through them. Fear of their own passing, of disappearing. Fear of missing out on something. And they began a fight whose inevitable end was their own loss: because they were not fighting against time.
It was envy that ate deep into their souls. Jealousy cut deep furrows through their being. Fear of their own transience bit painfully into them. It shaped them into the pitiful creatures that drag themselves past me.

But this fear is holding on to something that is destined to be lost. It has to make room for what happens in life; it has to make room for experiences.
Have you never noticed, never asked what a gift the knowledge of transience is? What would you gain from having infinite beauty and immortality? The same game, over and over again.

If there was always tomorrow, why would you create something today? Isn’t that exactly the attraction of life, that it is limited? Through transience you are given the preciousness of life.

Vanitas! Memento Mori! – From the memory of death, which can be terrifying, every breath becomes a gift worthy of your full attention.

For what is life without death? It is the knowledge of finiteness that shows us the true value of things! Everything vain, empty and void seems unimportant in the face of transience, because nothing lasts forever anyway.

This is the course of the eternal tides. A cycle of eternal transience.
And it gives you a gift: it transforms you into a work of art of time that becomes more beautiful from year to year. She draws line after line on your skin and makes you unique.

The lines adorn you like the veins of a leaf, like fine branches against a bright blue sky. Like a river that seeks its way through a valley in a thousand small rivulets. All the lines draw a pattern of experiences, of encounters, of decisions, of resonances and moments that make you into what makes you human.

But you are running after the short-sightedness of youth. What would beauty be, what would music be, if it never passed? What makes the desirable so seductive? The finiteness. That it will be a memory in the next moment. Open your eyes to the beauty of the transience around you – and you will see. Transience sharpens your eye for the moment, for the essentials and for what is right now.“