It's Difficult to Tell People that Time Doesn't Exist

I do believe that there is a flow of time, but that the concept of time implemented by humans is an illusion.

Often people rant about "Monday Blues" and "Thank God It's Friday". They have love for weekends, and just dread weekdays.

But a day is just a day.

The common assumption is that work is unpleasant. Thus humans tend to try to avoid pain (work), and seek pleasure (play). (That assumption is wrong. Why should work be unpleasant? Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs challenges this assumption well, but that is another story for another time.)

Time is neither good or bad, nor better than any other time. The "quality of time" is determined only in our mind, when we give meaning to it.

Time is however ever flowing, so there is a past, and there is a future. No matter what you choose to use that moment, it disappears in a blink.

It's difficult to explain to others that the time that exist in their mind does not exist. Monday and Sunday are no different, both have 24 hours, both will pass us no matter what we choose to do in those 24 hours.

If we are going to give meaning to time, don't give it to fleeting likes or dislikes.

Give it to each passing moment, treasuring what can never be again.

"Things" Are So Insignificant

I was revisiting The Last Lecture, and I am reminded of one of the frailties of the human race - the obsession with things, the obsession with the immaterial.

These obsessors believe that having things will make them happy, only to realise too late otherwise.

These obsessors get worked up about personal possessions, only to realise that in truth, it is inconsequential.

The materialistic nature of a person blinds him/her to the its spiritual growth, and more importantly, the chance to find true happiness.

The Short-lived Sakura

To me the sakura is a heartrending existence. It's beauty often celebrated, yet lasting only a short while.

It doesn't matter that the blooms will return the following year. That moment when you stood below a sakura tree in all its glory will never return.

The fleeting existence is a reminder of the importance of the significant (the memories) versus the insignificant (the surface beauty).

That may be why they say, "A perfect cherry blossom is a rare thing. You can spend your whole life looking for one, and it will not be a wasted life."