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How The Temporary Becomes Eternal
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There is a particular kind of heartbreak stitched into everything beautiful.
One of my favourite times of year is cherry blossom season.
Which is right now, where I live.
Actually, it’s sadly on its way out — as most of the cherry trees with their blossoms are becoming more and more bare. Less blossom, more branch. The vivid pink, pale pink, or white blooms, depending on the type of tree, are all disappearing at different rates. Cherry blossoms are a symbol of impermanence. Of the fact that everything is temporary, everything is fleeting. They are beautiful but they are only around for a few short weeks.
It’s why part of the memorial tattoo I have for my mom: a barn owl on a branch, has cherry blossoms on it. To remind me of the impermanence of life. The fact we’re only here on earth for a short time, before we, too, are gone. Just like the cherry blossoms. Here one moment, gone the next, in seemingly the blink of an eye.
It’s something I try to remind myself of regularly — impermanence.
The concept of impermanence is something that brings a special je ne sais quoi, a certain vividness, to us being here on…
