People, Sunflowers and Honeybees and I Guess We’re All Just Passing Through Anyway

And so it is nearing one year that I started this blog, and there is, as of yet, very little on here. I’ve been thinking a lot recently, about people, about things I’ve done, things I’ve not done, material things, ideas, pondering what I want to do with my life: going to school, studying, becoming serious about my writing, etc. I’ve been thinking about people, how there are those people in our lives that just gradually fade out. And not because they’re bad people or we’re bad people or anything of the sort. Sometimes, we just don’t click in the right way, or our lives are filled with sunflowers and honeybees, or something like that.

There are also those that make only the briefest appearance in our lives, and those, dear reader, are the ones I’ve been pondering of as of late.

There was a calm Sunday, late morning to early afternoon, last summer. I decided to spend some time at the old Buddhist Temple I frequented, for their weekly picnic-like event. I made a new friend or two, spent several hours with them. I never saw those people again. And there are also those friends from frequent café visits, bus rides and art events. Some stay in our lives for a day, a week, a few months, and then they gradually fade out. I was an irregular attendant at that Temple anyway, coming and going at various times dependent upon what was going on in my life. I guess we’re all just passing through anyway. And there are so many experiences to be had.


One thought on “People, Sunflowers and Honeybees and I Guess We’re All Just Passing Through Anyway

  1. smilingtoad says:

    Such is the ebb and flow of life- people come and go- all of them with something to teach us, I think, and most to leave with us a bit of their beauty, always to be retained. Others depart with bitterness, but with a lesson learned. I have always loved that transitory feeling of the people that flit in and out of our lives, like wee song birds, there for a moment, and then swiftly they vanish- in their flurrying wake, dead leaves and wind, and the memory of their presence. I just love it. Of course, then there are the few that remain, for years, friends that we walk beside and share our lives with. Such is the beautiful melancholy of life aye aye. Groovy groove, cheers,


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