Everything is just temporary; everything was before us and will be after us.

Everything is just temporary; everything was before us and will be after us.

Today I finished reading the book about anthology of Tibetan Buddhism. One sentence of the book stopped me from reading, several minutes I admire the truth revealed in those words, and already a good week as this truth is constantly turning in my mind.

I often like to ask people what about they think. What is most important to them in life? And I increasingly confront with thoughts of what is my priorities, is it set out correctly and what I would want to change? In those moments I am surrounded by lot of ideas, it seems, I even can see how they are jostling with each other for my attention.

There are a lot of experiences in life. Sometimes they catch me at once, and body does not endure the stress: the trepidation and gratitude for each second, for every beauty, especially the inner human beauty. People often complain about their appearance: they are unhappy about weight, facial features, hair, or about lack of money, they much less groan about their inner beauty.

For me it is very important the experience that fills me from the inside when I am  getting to know a special person, discovering a special place, hearing a special tone, listening special voice, feeling special flavor, reading special book, seeing special movie.

Sometimes knowledge is a little fearful, but this fear forces to cling to life, and going through it, not to miss the life itself. To stop, to look around, admire, because one day running we can feel that gray mass roll through us, and thousands of feet leaving the dirty footprints on our clothes. Money, wealth, career, appearance – all that is so banal. Everything is just temporary; everything was before us and will be after us. And finally, everything what is inside of us, no one can replicate.

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