Our time here is brief.
A fleeting glance down an alleyway in Venice during a stay in the 90’s has stuck with me over the years.
A punt with flowers was passing an old lady on a doorstep jetty and the guy steering it was chatting to her. As he passed he gave her a flower and she laughed like a school girl. A bit of fun from a couple of oldies but it made me think.
“fleeting” comes from an old English word fleotende meaning unstable, transient, fickle.
Life is fleeting. We exist for a short while in an unstable existence which changes with the hour.
Each day is made up of a succession of choices which alter our life’s path like a pinball.
We create a fictional constancy out of the bits of our lives only to be shocked when we notice the flux we’ve chosen to ignore.
It really doesn’t do to over think things though.
Life, as I said before, is fleeting.
Be like the old fellow on the punt and ride it’s unstable ever changing waters with acceptance and a smile.
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