lasting for a very short time. brief. short-lived. momentary.
“Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new” -Paracelsus
My illustration is a bit different than my norm, but I’m thrilled at the fact that it looks somewhat like I’d envisioned. My imaginings are like rough sketches or stick figures, but it’s still easy to miss the mark.
These two people aren’t together, their paths are simply crossing in one fleeting, but spellbinding moment. She’s turned back to look at him – is he from another era? A time traveler perhaps?
I don’t know. I just wanted to express the word ‘fleeting’ without using words. But here I am, using words, words, words. As you may notice, it’s a bit late here and I’m a little tired and weird. Loopy actually.
I’m enjoying my thoughts on ‘fleeting’ because there’s something about the brevity of things that helps me change or expand my perspectives and perceptions.
It’s like when you’re stressed out, and you feel like the world is closing in on you… and then you sit underneath a dark night sky and see stars and planets that go on and on… for eternity. Literally.
I just love those kinds of thought shifts. Suddenly, the world isn’t closing in… it’s growing and growing and you’re shrinking and shrinking and you realize how insignificant those earthly problems are, and how omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent our Creator is. We can sit back and be still.
I’m also reading (kind of re-reading) “Where is God When it Hurts? by Philip Yancey at the moment – and he always helps me see things differently. I’m not hurting mind you, I just really enjoyed that book.
Plus, I haven’t mentioned it, but I’m back at school. A different university and a slightly different master’s program. I’m currently writing a paper that talks about addiction(s), and taking my mind back to those darker days gives me a HUGE shot of gratitude. As long as I stay sober. And I have!
I’m not talking about myself in my paper, obviously, but I definitely have a lot of passion when I write, and that passion comes from my history. My story.
That reminds me, I actually got the anniversary announcement from WordPress the other day: 8 years this month! That means I’ve been sober 8 years, as well. Yippee Ki‐Yay!
So, I really want to go on and on about my thoughts on fleeting, but I see where I’m headed right now and it isn’t pretty… haha! I guess I’m just happy right now. My life seems to make sense at the moment and that doesn’t happen everyday. It is fleeting!
Anyway, I will call it a night for now, but I may return another day with more thoughts on the subject. Until then, I hope all is well and I thank you for looking or reading. I hope you enjoyed!
“The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.” – C.S. Lewis
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