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this person.

how many more days do you get to exist as this person? the one you are now is not who you are forever. who you are forever is always, but this human you live as one day will die.

are you going to spend the rest of this time criticizing her for what she looks like and what she wants and how she learns and what she feels? or will you meet her with curiosity, compassion, love and acceptance? with gratitude? with wonder and awe? that you get to experience life through her and with her and as her for what is actually a very limited amount of time?

time is just one way that the prism of planet earth separates the whole into parts – so that we may remember the whole in all parts. but existence is actually just one thing, which is the present, and even as we numb, run and try to distract from it, “the present” one day having to end is somehow inconceivable.

when that day comes, will you wish for just one more? or can you content yourself with the precious few that you were able to exist in the moment, as you, in this, exactly as it was? waiting but not stopping. wanting but not longing. curious and at peace in a way that was unexpected enough to remember.