This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds.
To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightening in the sky,
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain. ~ Buddha
I went to New York City with a friend and returned on September 11. People asked me if I was afraid to travel on that day. No, I wasn’t. It was just another day. In no way is this meant to minimize what happened in 2001, either.
The way I see it is that every day is precious. Today is a beautiful fall day.
Will I die unexpectedly?
I hope not, but it’s possible. It’s always possible.
Rather than live in fear, I try to live in the now.
Now is all I have.
Even if I write like there is a tomorrow.