The surrender

We humans tend to deal with life as if life would be an endless thing.

We live our days as if they are infinite, ignoring that they are already counted.
We can not hold them back. Nor freeze time in order to preserve it.

What caught my attention in photography, was the fact of holding time on hands... —at least, the closest attempt to.

How to keep a smile?... Keep staring eyes?... How to preserve that beautiful moment with a beloved one?...

Things go.
Away we all go.

The precious moments we would like to experience over and over, become only a memory—no matter how hard we can try to hold them. In fact, perhaps we could agree that, every single day is an interactive experience of grief. Grieving what came with the sunrise, a new day that will not exist again, politely —or not— saying a good bye, again... and again—

Maybe there, is where is also to be found the beauty of this life, in the tension in between.

Think about it. All the precious things in life, are for a season.
Once we are conscious of the uniqueness of every instant, every situation, we will eventually appreciate it more... That's why we like so much shooting stars, isn't it? They are not better than the millennial stars hanging around, it is our perception of them that gives them a different value.

Because of the fear of losing, losing anything good, beneficial or appreciated, we humans are tempted to try to control. Control relationships, control security, control life itself, in the attempt to prevent the pain and discomfort of loss. Do you relate to this?...

The truth is that, no matter how hard you work in keeping life together, there are things that will force us to let go of things we did not want to, or were not ready to... and, we have to accept that, the effort of control will not even help us to at least enjoy the gifts of the present reality —FREELY—, from the bottom of our soul, to enjoy what is in front of us, at the very moment of it, and live it—life—as it was meant to.

Whether we like it or not, autumn is gonna come, and take the green life of summer away. You can not stop it, nor prevent it, but instead, you actually could get ready for it, acknowledge that fall will come and be grateful for the beauty in the time of the green and warmth before it's gone, and prepare yourself with an attitude of surrender, open hands, thankful for what at the moment is —and was— knowing that it never was your job to retain it.

Fall will come, but don't you worry, it will bring some other colors to your life, and you will be also given beauty to be found again.