I’m forever astounded and awed by everything fragile, whether it is a delicate paper thin wineglass, a butterfly, or a vulnerable flower tossed about in a gentle breeze. Even frost on the windowpane, it’s exquisite pattern captures attention for it will not stay long.
We race headlong through days weeks months years, barely noticing the passage of time and how fragile a moment can be. Often taking for granted these ephemeral things, perhaps noting, but not fully appreciating the delicacy intricacy and perfection offered.
Often, we fail to acknowledge the beautiful amazing design of our own human form, so incredibly strong yet astoundingly vulnerable. Constantly pushing the limits of what the human body is capable of, yet conversely, in the twinkling of an eye, it can all be gone. Perhaps it is only with the passing of age, dare I say wisdom? we begin to appreciate and understand how finite we truly are.
Most precious of all is family, comprised of special, delicate, invaluable fragile individuals to be loved, enjoyed, cherished.