I've had just enough time to... see a child becomes a man
Taken at a temple in the Durbar Square in Bhaktapur, Nepal...
Yesterday a child starts a fire
The smoke rises
An old man puts it out
The master said –
Neither be too happy nor too sad
Don’t be so attached
For change is the season
Not the reason
A child becomes a man
...where I saw an old man who was once a child
Nothing is permanent. Everything changes. Whether it starts and ends and begins again, man’s life is a straight line from birth to death, a constant change – with an end? But what makes a child a man, the wrinkles on his skin, the years of his life or the wisdom he gained? If he is wise, he is a man. If he is not, he is still a man. What then must he seek in the midst of these relentless changes? How does he find his balance? Where does he seek his centre in the turmoil of his joy and sorrow? I saw the old man who was once a child. I saw the child who will be an old man. I see myself in all of them.
