Impermanence of Permanence

Hare Krsna!

We all think we are going to be around for a long time. We make so many plans that we forget to live the moment. When was it we actually have time for real prayers and give our thanks to Sri Guru and to the Almighty Lord Krsna?

Most times, we want everything to go our way. Of course, all of us want to pass this life of ours in a pleasing manner, not having too much stress. Unfortunately, this world is simply not that. It is a place of impermanence. We make plenty of plans, thinking it to last, when in fact our very bodies will perish one day.

This idea of permanence is actually impermanence in this world we live in.

Live the moment. Pray and serve the Lord's devotees whenever the opportunity arises. The mind is such, that it tends to go astray. Even if it does, bring the mind back to do some service to Sri Guru and Krsna. After all, that is the true permanence of the soul.

Dreaming too big and making too much plans that stresses us is actually like a fool trying to make permanence in an impermanent place.

Hare Krsna!

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