It frightens me—the awful truth—of how sweet life can be. ~Bob Dylan
How often I find a particularly joyful moment followed by deep sorrow at the knowledge of loss. Shakespeare said, “Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate– / That Time will come and take my Love away: / –This thought is as a death, which cannot choose / But weep to have that which it fears to lose.” The antidote may be mindfulness, as well as a deep understanding of impermanence. The Buddhists say we are part of a flow, that our suffering springs from our illusion of separateness. Thus, there is no “my Love” that can be taken away. There is no “having” or “loss.” No subject/object. Only awareness and present moment.