I
love watching snowflakes fall in all their glory. Living in a place where it’s next to impossible to sight them on a periodic basis, my fascination for them is insatiable. I watch them, once in a while, on pre-recorded videos.
Each slow flake has an intricate pattern of its own, varying in its size and shape depending upon the temperature and the amount of water vapour available, as they are developing. Isn’t it a wonder that no two snowflakes are exactly alike, despite the fact that almost all of them are hexagonal in shape?
Snowflakes remind me of the fleeting nature of time and our own mortality. Our lives are full of those small transient moments of ‘now’. While the snowflakes are visible to the eye, our ‘nows’ are invisible. Unless we make conscious effort to catch these ‘nows’ and make them uniquely meaningful to us, they will be lost to us forever.
It was Emily Dickenson who said, “Forever is composed of Nows.” Life comprises of a series of passing “nows”. It’s that working space on the desk which allows us to build the life we want, moment by moment. Hence, it pays to keep it clutter-free. Here the clutter is nothing physical that we can lift by our hands and throw it away. It’s in our worrying thoughts about the future, or in our ruminating mind that keeps going back into the past.
