I was told cut roses last a week. That got me reflecting. Roses are such a joy when you look at them, when you smell them, when you touch them. But that is only for a week or so. Then they wilt and are soon gone. The memory lingers but even that too will go.
There are many such things. Some lasts a long time: years, decades, centuries, maybe even eternity. Some last for a much shorter time: months, weeks, days, hours, even seconds. It may be a lamp-lit path, a pond full of lilies, the moon, the stars, a shooting star, a violin playing, people talking, life, friendship, love, and– of course– roses. They all bring moments of joy.
When such moments come along, stop and enjoy that moment for we don’t know if or when it will end. And if it does, don’t be saddened, for that is the way it is and will always be. Just keep in mind, that it was great while it lasted and treasure the memories as they slowly fade away.