We seem to embrace the temporary almost too closely, too deeply, too dearly, and too emotionally. The things we do from day to day, often catches me off guard in the sense that I never know what actually is worth doing. So then it comes down to the question, “Why does everything have to have a worth to it before I decide I can keep it, do it, love it, and embrace it?” Is my pride that great that I can’t step down off my pedestal and cherish the spontaneous, the random, the unexpected? So it seems. It’s a dilemma I often catch myself in even while sitting idly at my desk. The friendships we make – what makes them real? What makes them worthwhile? What happens when they just become the simple hi and bye? Then – do we still embrace them? The events we attend – which ones become memorable? Which ones go in that book we never can seem to close, even for a day? The photos we take – are they really for the memory or for the heartache? Or do they really capture true reality or the masks we put on? It becomes a list of questions that go on and on, and it becomes a never ending cycle I can’t seem to get myself out of. But then again, just as everything else is, I’m only temporarily asking.
