Beauty of Impermanence
To be lost in a journey is beautiful in its own way, most of us enjoy it a lifetime, finding the utterly prime meaning of this world, there is no possession nor is anything permanent. But then somewhere along the worldly journeys, we get back to souls that have been brought together in this world by blood or bond.
Airports are one such stop, wherein the number of emotions, the expression is birthed. Indeed a fine stage for an act of love, grief, of parting and meeting.
Sitting in one such airport, observing souls arriving at their loved ones, I find myself wanting to sit here every day, jotting down one moment of magic. Maybe a mother meeting her son after he migrated, a newlywed couple getting back after a year or two of parting. A father eagerly waiting to see his own little one for the first time.
Pausing smiles, tears of love, of kisses and warm hugs, I do feel I am intruding a little, but then the play goes on. From one scene to another, from one play to another.
This world and its beauty lie in the meaning of temporality. In finding imperfections and also enjoying the moment. It is only when a human seeks for something beyond this, in this world, they're consumed by fear. Possession is the worst, be it your child, your spouse, your friend, even your comb or butter knife, doesn't belong to you. There is nothing of ownership in this world.
And if one does find the essence of life in such matters, airports and such places bring in joy, there is an element of superficial that is so real. Impermanence and its beauty help us enjoy our journeys, while we live the moment.
Airports are one such stop, wherein the number of emotions, the expression is birthed. Indeed a fine stage for an act of love, grief, of parting and meeting.
Sitting in one such airport, observing souls arriving at their loved ones, I find myself wanting to sit here every day, jotting down one moment of magic. Maybe a mother meeting her son after he migrated, a newlywed couple getting back after a year or two of parting. A father eagerly waiting to see his own little one for the first time.
Pausing smiles, tears of love, of kisses and warm hugs, I do feel I am intruding a little, but then the play goes on. From one scene to another, from one play to another.
This world and its beauty lie in the meaning of temporality. In finding imperfections and also enjoying the moment. It is only when a human seeks for something beyond this, in this world, they're consumed by fear. Possession is the worst, be it your child, your spouse, your friend, even your comb or butter knife, doesn't belong to you. There is nothing of ownership in this world.
And if one does find the essence of life in such matters, airports and such places bring in joy, there is an element of superficial that is so real. Impermanence and its beauty help us enjoy our journeys, while we live the moment.
