Our ephemeral lives

Just like the ephemeral willpower, our lives are situated on moving plateaus, always changing, always evolving, and always so unpredictable.

Borrowing a chapter from the Brownian motion, we are all like tiny particles set on a random collision course with one another, with our actions determined by the momentum of people around and our decisions influenced by the force of surroundings.

Life is transient, that is what we often discover upon hindsight. Minutes, months, and milleniums... we have been through them all, either through our present story or through past history. Moments arrive and depart in unlikely fashion; memories coalesce and evaporate at capricious timings. There are no patterns or fixed courses to be found in the fleeting, and only that which has endured eclectic empires and dreamless dynasties will uncover forgotten motifs set in incoherent designs.

Somehow, I feel that we humans bear many similarities to the Mimosa - we offer others fleeting chances to discover the depths of our exposed identity, and close up at the slightest misperceived affront. These opportunities are much like shifting quicksand, and if we should not thread upon them carefully, the crust on which we balance on will disintegrate; and following it, our hopes and dreams will sink and lie forgotten.

Rejoice while you can, love while you are able. Grief if you must, but let go of your sorrows fast. Be contented with what you have, and do not frustrate yourself over that which you have not. Seek beauty in the mysteries of life, but forget not to seek peace with your inner soul. And while what lies beyond mortality are not for mortals to know, what lies before you are yours to define.

Let us anchor our fleeting existence; let us define our ephemeral lives.