Ephemeral

March: On DeathMarch 10Today's reflection was inspired by an untitled poem by Sanober Khan.Your life, everything in it, and this moment are fleeting. Ephemeral. That is part of what gives our existence its beauty. Like a tulip in the spring, they bloom and stand tall and bright for all to see, and in a few short weeks, the petals fall, but the impression they make remains.Nothing lasts and nothing remains, this is clear. So what will you do with this knowledge?Reflection title: EphemeralCreative inspiration: Sanober Khan, Untitled PoemReflection Question: Nothing remains and nothing lasts—I know this. So, what will I do about it?