One of the interesting conversations I had on a past Thanksgiving (way back when) with a practicing Buddhist was about the fleeting beauty of rock sculptures. He builds rock sculptures that fall away with the wind and gravity.
I saw a similar concept — Buddha Boards. Boards that one “paints” on with water. The water evaporates and the painting fades.
Nothing lasts in this life. We need little to remind us of the brevity of our mortality. Life is like sand in an hour glass that just slips by. The more we hold onto it the faster it seems to slip by us.
I never thought of myself as an optimist, but after taking my economics class a while back , I suppose I am.
In “Fight Club” – the book, not the movie- Marla talks about how she loves the objects loved fleeting by others only to be discarded like prom dresses and Christmas trees. If we wait long enough most things are discarded. Even with recycling there are only so many times before plastic degrades beyond reuse.
Some things get better with age or have new life breathed into them. Other things have a fleeting beauty that can only be appreciated in a brief moment, like a photographer catching a picture of a sunrise.