Transitory (adj.): not permanent.

As we go about life, we seem to have this counterproductive knack for seeking permanence.  I suppose I can’t blame us: no one gave us the cheat codes for this game and, by the time we get the hang of it, our time is up.  No wonder we cling to each tiny bit of routine we can find!

Despite our best efforts, everything is transitory.

Your current job?  Nothing but a phase.

Your mood?  Short-lived, at best.

The stock market?  Bound to change.

The latest fad?  Over in the blink of an eye.

Is the very reason why we desire a firm foundation because we know we’ll never have it?  How do we squeeze the most out of each experience without becoming jaded by its inevitable end?

In my experience, it has been helpful to view life as if you are moving from one departure terminal to the next.  You never truly arrive: you are always in transit.  Your final destination is the void from which you sprang and, until then, why not enjoy the options available to you as and when they come (and go)?

Accept that offer.

Enjoy the bout of rage, followed by the moment of contentment.

Risk it all: what is lost can again be gained.

Then again, I am but one voice in countless billions.  Follow your own.