Impermanence

For some reason I am always pulled back to this noble truth. I guess it's because it's everywhere around me. Today I found another grey hair, for instance and a photo of myself when I was younger. I've feel that I've changed a great deal from that time, emotionally, physically, psychologically.

I'm planning my mother's 70th birthday and I've been talking to her friends and our family about it and it really struck me just how old they all are. I mean, I'm sitting here thinking about accessibility and wheel chair access for some of them! How things have changed! In fact, one of the couples my mother invited, she asked me not to call because one of them is dying of cancer. It's reached his brain and she'd like to issue the invitation herself.

My Oma, she just turned 102. That's absolutely amazing! But her mind isn't there anymore really. Well, we can't know. And of course, at 102, the human body is so frail. Everything, I mean everything eventually catches up to it.

And last night, while searching for an old childhood friend on the internet I ran across the obituary of her father, Ross Trant. All I could remember was him teaching me how to speak egg-talk. Time flies.

Did the Buddha ever mention why the speed with which time passes increases as we age though? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we had the same perception of time that we had as children. Everything took forever back then - even when we were having fun.