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impermanence

could the beauty of things be in their impermanence? surely that's a crazy thought. since i was a little girl, i have experienced many blissful moments. moments that i wished could last forever. moments that my catholic upbringing made me wonder, "is this what eternity will be like?" a warm embrace, a kiss, a soft baby head sleeping on my shoulder, a tiny infant nuzzling, suckling at my breast. peaceful, quiet, each and every moment. capture it. freeze it. make it last forever.

but what if it did? surely its beauty would fade. as a fabulous new pair of shoes loses its luster after the 4th, maybe 5th wearing. so try not to cling, try not to hold on, try not to capture it and freeze it and make it last forever. that seems to work against everything i find logical. if we are enjoying something, why not try to make it last or at the very least try to recapture it at every possible opportunity?

because it's impossible. that moment, that experience, that nanosecond of life is beautiful because of its fleetingness. because of its spontaneity and uniqueness. recapturing it, freezing it, capturing it...well, all of those things minimize it. take away from it. even strip it of the beauty and specialness it originally brought.

so what? what to do? i don't know. enjoy it? live in it? thank it for being? be blessed for the experience? i guess. but don't try to hold on to it.

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  1. a philosophy professor once explained why we need bad in the world to me by using the Simpsons. He said that Lisa Simpson is expected to get As all the time. This is great but it gets less good as time goes by. But imagine Bart getting As in all of his classes. Wouldn't this be better than Lisa? Or is it the same because they both have As? Eating chocolate everyday would be great, but you'd get sick of it real soon. That's why there's cigarettes. hahah

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