Funny thing, this scarcity. If I know I am going to have something forever, I value it much less than if I know something is going to last for a short period of time.
When the hair was growing and we had to take head baths or style it or try something new, it was a pain, and loud protests drowned out any suggestions for experimentation
But the moment we knew that hair is going away today, and won’t be coming back for 3 years, we now want to wash it, dry it, plait it, style it. And we want Baba to click as many photographs as possible. Even though we still have longish hair, we have started to value it and miss it, because we know it’s a matter of a short period of time before we lose them.
It seems the same is true for why humans value life, why we want to make the best of our short time here, and why on our deathbed, we rue only our ommissions and not commissions.
