In finiteness a quest for eternity is born
Midlife is the time to
let go of an over dominant ego and to contemplate the deeper significance of
human existence ― Carl Gustav Jung
Twenty years. Thirty years.
Or it could be just one more moment, one more day, or one more month.
There is no way of telling what it would be. It is perhaps something one does not want to know either.
What would happen if the moment was known?
When far, it would just be an ephemeral thought.
Sure, one day it will get closer but for now the time between here and
then is long enough for few galaxies to form, few stars to born, few
civilizations to evolve.
Or so it seems.
But gradually the moment keeps getting closer and becomes harder and harder to ignore.
And then…
…one day a realization that it is destined to happen dawns and decides to stay.
Time is no longer as bountiful as it once seemed to be. It suddenly feels compressed.
What is ahead is certainly not long enough for galaxies to form. It may
not even be enough for a caterpillar to become a chrysalis and turn into
a butterfly.
Yet, within this narrowing corridor of time, a transformation happens.
The brevity of what is left makes it so much more precious.
In its finiteness lurks the promise of touching eternity.
In finiteness a quest for eternity is born.
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