KISS THE JOY AS IT FLIES.
I remember as a kid I had a fear of balloons since my mom told me to never let them loose. I spent a frightening amount of time holding on to their tiny leashes but of course sooner or later my attention would drift and next thing you know it my treasured balloon would be up in the trees and into the sky, lost forever.
Many years later I lost my dad in an airplane disaster. Since we had been in the process of letting go somewhat since my parents were recently divorced, the fear that one moment someone could be here and present on this earth and with you and the next moment you would never see him again for as long as eternity, that left a deep impact on me, and thus influenced my friendships and relationships. I was always afraid that I would be left behind, alone.
In hindsight, I do realize that letting go of the things that you hold dear is unavoidable. On a long enough timeline, you don't stand a change to hold whatever it is that you don't want to lose, right here, controlling it exactly where you want it to be.
'Kiss the joy as it flies' is a deep understanding of how we as humans deny our fear of death, because death is the ultimate bardo (transition) of letting go, and what we do is that in our lives we confuse smaller, but similar situations with our fear of dying.
The absolute uncertainty of our time of death and how we will die makes us want to have certainties wherever we can find them, by solidifying emotions, possessions, people and time. It turns out that living this way is a huge waste of energy.
Do you really think that you can slow down time? That you, of all people, will not die and live forever? Because most people pretend they do.
Let's be real. Let's not forget that while in some time we won't be here anymore, it's a beautiful miracle that we are here now. And let's hold that thought against our worries, against the reasons we cannot sleep at night, against our fear of missing out, fearing the loss of the ones we love.
We're still here, able to consciously live through all the stuff that makes us human.
It's impossible to identify a single wave, it's all just this big ocean of circumference. what matters is that you've survived and kissed al the joys as they went by.