This too shall pass

Am I on the same beach seeing the same sun?

Each day so very different. Same beach, same sun, same ocean.

I am reminded that the words of the wise from time immemorial are evidenced every day…

This too shall pass.

This. Too. Shall. Pass.

The cycles of time are constant. From second to second, life to life. Birth to death. This too shall pass.

I, too, shall pass. Today’s pain shall pass. Tomorrow’s pleasure shall pass. All I love will pass. All I fear will pass.

This leaves me watching the sun rise. Each day different. Each day beautiful in its own way.

Am I there to see it, savour it, fall into the beauty of it, no matter the blues, greys and light?

Perhaps this is all that matters. To fall in love with the very life I have, in all its pleasures and pains. Perfectly imperfect.

This. Too. Shall. Pass