Another lovely piece; it matches the title and idea quite well imo... The strange blur and animation of time. How quickly moments become memories is sometimes alarming, unsettling. We can grasp at what was all we want, but reality has us in the present moment whether we want it or not. As many have said, of course, there is peace to be found in the present moment, and detaching from what happened before and what might happen later gives us the freedom to appreciate and process what is happening _right now._ It can be hard, painful even, but as life pushes us into the present more and more, we lighten up and can embrace life with more joy, pizzazz, and so forth. The more we acknowledge and accept this, the better it gets. Life and death are two sides of the same coin. In a manner of speaking, we die with each passing moment and are born again into the current one. We are not who we were a year ago, a week ago, or even a minute ago. Every moment matters. Life is always progressing, changing, evolving. There is the eventual cessation of a body's biological functions, and we call that death, but life goes on after any given individual ceases to be that individual. The individual, the ego or sense of self, doesn't like to think about that too much. It is designed for survival, after all. The ego can make peace with this, though, like some kind of acknowledgement that it will just be clocking out of work once its shift comes to an end. Passing the baton, perhaps? Letting the body be recycled over time (though our burial practices could change to allow for greater recycling, and some people opt for these less conventional methods). Anyway, morning coffee has me feeling chatty, so forgive me if I'm rambling. I still fear death, but I see it for what it is and recognize that I am in the continuous process of making peace with it, and learning to let go of the events in my life and live _[responsibly]_ in the Now. Time is a weird thing.
Another lovely piece; it matches the title and idea quite well imo... The strange blur and animation of time.
How quickly moments become memories is sometimes alarming, unsettling. We can grasp at what was all we want, but reality has us in the present moment whether we want it or not.
As many have said, of course, there is peace to be found in the present moment, and detaching from what happened before and what might happen later gives us the freedom to appreciate and process what is happening _right now._
It can be hard, painful even, but as life pushes us into the present more and more, we lighten up and can embrace life with more joy, pizzazz, and so forth.
The more we acknowledge and accept this, the better it gets.
Life and death are two sides of the same coin.
In a manner of speaking, we die with each passing moment and are born again into the current one. We are not who we were a year ago, a week ago, or even a minute ago.
Every moment matters. Life is always progressing, changing, evolving.
There is the eventual cessation of a body's biological functions, and we call that death, but life goes on after any given individual ceases to be that individual.
The individual, the ego or sense of self, doesn't like to think about that too much. It is designed for survival, after all.
The ego can make peace with this, though, like some kind of acknowledgement that it will just be clocking out of work once its shift comes to an end.
Passing the baton, perhaps? Letting the body be recycled over time (though our burial practices could change to allow for greater recycling, and some people opt for these less conventional methods).
Anyway, morning coffee has me feeling chatty, so forgive me if I'm rambling.
I still fear death, but I see it for what it is and recognize that I am in the continuous process of making peace with it, and learning to let go of the events in my life and live _[responsibly]_ in the Now.
Time is a weird thing.
Keep drinking coffee! Your comment pretty much summed up everything that I was going for with this piece and accompanying video. 😸