It says. “Bloom now. The rest is commentary.”

Zen does not ask you to become eternal. It asks you to become exact. To meet this moment so fully that duration becomes irrelevant.

As the year ends, look honestly. How many moments were spent trying to matter instead of being alive? How many blooms were postponed for fear they would not last?

Humans think permanence equals value. Zen notices that permanence equals boredom. What lasts forever forgets to be vivid.