I took home roses and orchids and
Even the grass flower made pretty by drops of rain
For I knew that pleasure is ephemeral
Much like the life of the grass flower once pretty in the rain
Should I ponder over her long after she is gone?
Should I grieve over the inevitability of impermanence?
Or should I smile that she filled my life
With happiness and warmth like did the grass flower once?
2 comments:
A few learned people have debated whether our goal ought to be pleasure or happiness. Pleasure being defined as a short-term feeling, and happiness as long-term one. Apparently all even remotely religious people strive for happiness, sacrificing pleasure in the process. I wonder why momentary pleasure is considered sin.
I can see your point about how some people consider momentary pleasure as sin. I can think of
a. gorging on a chocolate sundae
b. sex
c. heavy metal
d. racing the schmuck in the next lane while giving him the finger and eyeing his gorgeous passenger
Oh man, I am doomed to eternal damnation.
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