Reflections

this one is a bit more serious.

i have been reflecting on the fact that my body is in the autumn of its life. it's interesting that i feel young and full of life, but when i look at my body, it's like, "who is that old person!!! not me!!" so reflecting a bit more, there is the realization that this body was born, lives, ages, and passes on. given that i don't have control over this, what i do have control over is how i live my autumn.

i have decided i will be like the maple tree and be the most glorious in the autumn.

a great weekend to everyone.


Rabindranath Tagore from Gitanjali

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.