A perfect blossom is a rare thing.
You could spend your life looking for one.
And it would not be a wasted life.
Katsumoto, The Last Samurai
I did not spend my life looking for the perfect blossom, but I did spend a few minutes. A couple of days ago I took a picture of some blossoms on our plum tree in the yard. I note today that the petals are already falling off. The blooms are lasting maybe a week tops.
It reminds me of how fleeting life is. Do I focus on what is important, or do I waste it chasing after vanity?
A hundred years from now
It will not matter
What my bank account was,
The sort of house I lived in
Or the kind of car I drove
But the world may be different
Because I was important
In the life of a child.