Everyone you love will die, and sooner than you think, and you won’t get much of a say in the matter.
For the mind, addicted to time, this is the most terrible thing; depressing, even.
But for the heart, transience makes each moment precious; sacred, even.
Through impermanence, the unloveable is rendered loveable; imperfections are finally seen in the light of perfect presence.
The heart breaks open; light rushes in.
Now is the only time to love.
— Jeff Foster
(via abiding-in-peace)