My Buddhist friend calls the myriad of possessions, relationships, events and beliefs in our lives “transitory clouds in an illusory sky”.
I’m a dabbling Buddhist at best, but this statement has resonance.
If we think of these “things” as clouds – changing, disappearing, migrating – it makes the rollercoaster of life essentially bearable.
When unwanted or unexpected change rears its head, our first reaction is often to cling or clutch for what we know, for the comfortable. If we see the absurdity in this grasping at clouds, it allows us peace with these things we cannot control.
It’s perceptive to find delight in a cloud’s formation and just as foolish to mourn its passing.