For me, impermanence is like the weather. I am unable to do anything about it but ever mindful of its effects.
Impermanence is a kind of invisibility so when it comes to call I look back for the change I did not see coming. Acceptance is not automatic. More often, it is a cup of bitterness. Whether I sip or pass, the choice is mine.
The hardest-learned lesson is that people have
only their kind of love to give, not our kind.
Realizing I am doing the best I am able allows me to take up the cup. A bitter sip sweetens. I have options; like or dislike is a judgment best swallowed.
Some of the most bitter cups can leave the sweetest taste. This seems ever true.
The wise adapt themselves to circumstances,
as water molds itself to the pitcher.