There are many times where life’s everyday nuances give us important lessons. Having the ability to be in this moment with total undivided attention can be hard in our fast world, but I assure you, it’s where you find the good stuff. The kind of stuff that opens the mind, flourishes what’s in the heart, and ultimately lets you express what is deep inside.
Yesterday, while parked in my car I noticed the petals from a cherry blossom tree falling. It’s a majestic sight. They say the cherry blossom is the symbolic flower of spring. It represents a time of renewal, but also the stark reality that life is short since cherry blossoms die a few weeks after blooming. My admiration of the flowers was interrupted by torrential rainfall — the perks of living in Oregon.
I couldn’t see the cherry blossoms anymore. The rain had invaded my view, or so I thought. I’m not sure why, but that moment gave rise to a metaphor. There are times in our life where we think everything is perfect and when the slightest misfortune comes our way, we feel invaded. However, the truth is, nothing is consistently good or bad in our lives. Many of us know this to be true, but still, relish in the moments of joy and fall apart when things have gone south. I decided to enjoy the rain. The pitter-patter of the raindrops against my windshield made me retreat and think about the trees, other plant life, and wild animals that will be nourished by the rain. It made me think about our Earth, how the rains form from clouds in the sky, but up beyond that, there is nothing but desolate black matter which holds everything together, but somehow , holds nothing.
Our perfect moments will be invaded by imperfect ones, but it’s only because of imperfection that we know perfection. When it rains, invite it with the same regard as you would with the moments that take your breath away. Without the rain, the cherry blossom tree would not be here, neither would any of us.
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What we think, how we think it, and the ensuing actions that follow, especially during times of disparity, matter. The Coronavirus is serious and all measures and recommendations given by the experts should not be taken lightly, but what I think is also serious is the perpetual onslaught of digital fear that we ingest from media titans, social media, and clickbait enthusiast. Being present is always important, but even more so during these troubling times. I have listed a few ways tips that have helped me keep sane during these uncertain times.
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Fall is here. The weather has shifted. The sun is without its normal punch which in California is welcomed on the account of the blistering heat waves of the summer. I pulled up West Oakland station, our last stop before heading to SF. My fiancé, with whom I take the BART with every day is rested on my shoulder in attempts to salvage what little sleep we can afford due to our debilitating work schedules. People may say millennials complain, but what they fail to see, especially in Tech is that learning 20+ different things every day, and to never use them again is akin to traveling to India and looking at the Taj Mahal for a few seconds and then going back home. No time to contemplate, to learn or to become good at one’s craft, but I digress.
Whether you like it or not, we are bound by each other. Emanating from the same source as the tree emerges from a single seed, so are we just a leaf of a bigger design. I’ve spent 3-4 years in solitude trying to answer the questions..Why am I here? Who am I? What is love? What is work? What is family? I asked many questions and found nothing. No grand finale, no angels, no single source of an all knowing truth. I have started to die at the moment of conception. Because this is clear, because the knowing of tomorrow is slowly fading, I can cease to exist with time and invite this moment that we all share. In this moment, I see you as me, your pain is mine, my triumph as yours. We are on this giant rock, to which the universe views the earth as one of infinity grains of sand in a grain of sand. In my search, love is the only thing that matters, and even that I am sure of little.