Take the Good with the Bad, Because It’s All Temporary

I don’t know about you, but I find so much comfort in the idea of impermanence. Unless we really, REALLY grab on to it with both hands, most of the bad stuff we encounter is fleeting: all the negative emotions, the roadblocks, the background noise… all the misunderstandings, confusion, frustrations, missed opportunities… all of it.

Even, thankfully, PMS.  😉

I’ve learned the power of giving it a day (or maybe a week, or even a year), because circumstances are bound to change. And if they don’t, maybe the way you feel about things will change. Maybe, just maybe, YOU will change.The flip side is that the good stuff is fleeting, too. Youth, good health, financial security, relationships that feel rock-solid — every moment holds the possibility that things can shift. Pretty drastically, too.

The best I can offer to counter the temporary nature of life is a grateful heart, one that notices — and cherishes — the happy moments.So when times are good, take note. Hold eye contact for another heartbeat, hug a little tighter, sit in silence just a little longer. Offer a “thank you” to whomever or whatever it is you pray to.And when times are bad, give it a minute — for you never stand in the same river twice.

its all temporary

 


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