I believe in the fragility of life. I believe that the inevitable fatality leaves us grappling for straws that we hope will add density to this fragile world. We grasp for the straws of family and friendship even when they cause us pain because we are so afraid of facing the frailty of life alone—we cling to career and money hoping to prolong life though a legacy of some sort. Most commonly the straw of faith is reached for when all else fails. We have faith that if we have enough faith life will go on for ever and we wont have a need to fend off the fragile nature of it.
But I believe that this is an artificial assurance. I believe that the true beauty of life lies in it’s fleeting nature-I believe that a white iris which exists only a few days a year for a finite number of years is infinitely more precious that a silk one. I believe that grasping to extend life accomplishes nothing more than causing us to miss that beauty that is the fragility of life on this earth.
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