Mono no aware

One of the most true phrases about life, and one i recently learnt and found immediately struck home.

It also means there has been beauty so breathtaking, and perhaps more precious because so transient. Whatever love has been given stays and grows, though perhaps in different shapes and shades, casting different shadows.

There is also hope about the future, perhaps even some anticipation. There is no certainty about what shape that future is, but there is the assurance of a good future, one that could be unimaginably beautiful in itself. There has been enough experiences of uncertainty to be sure that it is not always bad, nor always unpleasant. Sometimes what we cannot yet see can be even more bright and beautiful. 

Mono no aware. It does not last, but no matter. The truth of its beauty does. The permanence of its life etched in experience and memory does. The love that brings it to being does. What else is there to ask for? And who knows what greater beauty could come — when love is more deeply understood and experienced?