This is, unfortunately, likely to be the last Hi.co post I’ll be writing, since I believe it’s soon to be shut down for submissions. But sad as this may appear at first, there is always a romantic view to it. As with every other aspect of (and in) life, there’s romance to be found when suddenly our minds are impregnated with the reminder of impermanence. The good things and the bad things, they all are bound to perish without a trace. Like a trail of a bird, or the drops of yesterday’s rain on the pathway. There will be no continuity for this flickering of shared thoughts, and yet, we will continue to write and to read, searching (and secretly hoping) for a burst of a graspable, palpable constant in our own limited, temporary existence.

I’m grateful for the shared pursuit of something more that this community has given me, which more often than not have reminded me that life is greater, grander than my own whole. That the Universe exists because it doesn’t live for itself; that memories are made only to persist as constants in the boundaries of time.

It’s this relentless pursuit of momentary understanding that seems to keep us moving. If there’s anything I’ve learned from all the quiet Sunday mornings reading the experiences shared by the Hi community all over the world, it’s that in essence, we are essentially a unique set of woven patterns: we create them, we shape them, we live them.

It was with great joy that I’ve managed to dig some similar thoughts on the topic by no other than one of my own personal heroes, Alan Watts. Having found this confirmation, I couldn’t ask for a better ending note of this momentary pursuit of meaning, which I can’t help but share:

“Life is a pattern of immense complexity. I am my whole body — what is that body? My body is merely recognisable. Just as the flame of a candle is never the same; the flame of a candle is a stream of hot gas; though we speak as if it were a constant! Well, it is a recognisable constant pattern, but it is never the same. In exactly the same way, we are all constant patterns. And that’s all we are; the only thing constant about us at all is the doing, rather than the being. The way we behave, the way we dance. Only there’s no we that dances, there’s just the dancing.”

In the end, there’s just the dancing.