If we should ever need to be reminded of how quickly time passes… look no further than a garden. What a difference a day makes there! One day a bud… the next… a flower.
It’s rapid. And unforgiving. Ants already encircle the delicate blooms.
So… without thought for the future or what might be… I resolve to simply enjoy the blossoms now. Today. As though tomorrow does not exist. I breathe the scent that evokes the memories of childhood… passionfruit and jasmine… and of places real and imagined. I close my eyes. I am a child again. Long ago and very far away… the fragrance of another time. Scattered frangipani blossoms upon the grass… and deep reflections in the dark still water. Tranquility. I open my eyes to admire the flush of youth and innocent optimism in the plump freshness of the blooms. So much hope and promise there!
And tomorrow… as the weight of morning dewdrop and gravity… and the passing of time weighs heavily on them… I will remember today. Then happily move on. And over the days to come… I will stop to appreciate the rich deep fragrance that only develops with age. And the potential for joy that each moment of life can hold.
If only we might grasp it.
Youth is wasted on the young…(smiles)
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