Sunday, March 13, 2011

River Flow

"...But the river, though it flowed so slowly, had still a sense of movement and it gave one a melancholy feeling of the transitoriness of things. Everything passed, and what trace of its passage remained? It seemed to Kitty that they were all, the human race, like drops of water in that river and they flowed on, each so close to the other, and yet so far apart, a nameless flood to the sea. When all things lasted so short a time and nothing mattered very much, it seemed pitiful that men, attaching an absurd importance to trivial objects, should make themselves and one another so unhappy."
The Painted Veil, W. Somerset Maugham, 1925

We spend a lot of time and mental energy on things that, in the long run, don't matter very much. Instead of worrying about those five lbs, or laugh lines around our eyes, or the silver appearing in our hair, we could focus on being kind to ourselves and one another. Seeing this week, the awesome power of Mother Nature, realizing we are only here for a short time, let's let go of the small petty stuff, and love each other, the best we can.

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