Page 22 - Pearls of Perception (eBook)

phony concert or an inspiring work of art that simply stops our world
for a little while, causing our mind to lose balance and fall down into
our heart.

If you know what I mean by those moments than you also know that
no matter how hard one tries, there is no making them stay longer
than they want to. Sure, we'd like them to never end, we'd like to sell
our past in the nearest shop and lose ourselves in the tender em-
brace of such moments of nectar-like grace. We'd like for that music
to never stop playing, for that breeze to never stop caressing our
cheeks and for those colours to sparkle forever-awe.

Only that...sooner or later, they end.

The orchestra packs their instruments and leave, night comes and we
have to get back home, the museum closes and the paintings are
placed back inside their resting shadow.

All that arises is meant to subside.

All that is born is meant to die.

Die before you die, and you shall truly live.