Beauty is not fleeting, time is.
On a relatively warm Autumn night in Sydney, I walked through a park. The path was flanked by yellow flowers, glowing like a thousand dimly-lit incandescent bulbs. Palm trees marked the boundaries to the oasis, in a desert of concrete and cars. Beauty was all around, but I walked right past, casting cursory glances. I wondered - what if I could freeze that moment for a week and live in it. Savor the details from every angle. Observe the ethics of beauty in nature.
Time is mortal. It doesn't wait or pause.
I wondered what it would be like to live the rest of my life with the world on pause. To study the details I miss so easily. To see places and people just as they are at this moment, unchanged by time.
But what I have is this moment. To appreciate the mortality of time. When I slow myself down, time seems to pause. A fleeting moment can be observed in slow motion. But to dwell in that moment too long would be detrimental to my progress.
