I am one of those lucky people who life seems to be filled with one extraordinary moment after another.
There is a tendency in our culture to focus on the bad things, but I prefer these others. Anyone would.
They are those moments in films when the light is diffused and the music builds to a crescendo filled with timpani and french horns and my hearts beats louder than all of it; and they are the moments when only the crickets chirp and the moon lies lazily over a landscape I know stretches around the world. Moments when a single voice whispers in my ear telling me unbelievable things. Beautiful and sweet words fill my mind and my breath catches in my throat.
I hold each one so close it melds into my heart and then, with the exquisite poignancy of a single tear, release it; leaving room for the next moment and whatever it will bring with it.
It took me a while to learn that I can no more hold onto what is not mine than I can trap sunshine in a box for tomorrow, but I can remember its warmth and the way it lit up my world today.
There is a tendency in our culture to focus on the bad things, but I prefer these others. Anyone would.
They are those moments in films when the light is diffused and the music builds to a crescendo filled with timpani and french horns and my hearts beats louder than all of it; and they are the moments when only the crickets chirp and the moon lies lazily over a landscape I know stretches around the world. Moments when a single voice whispers in my ear telling me unbelievable things. Beautiful and sweet words fill my mind and my breath catches in my throat.
I hold each one so close it melds into my heart and then, with the exquisite poignancy of a single tear, release it; leaving room for the next moment and whatever it will bring with it.
It took me a while to learn that I can no more hold onto what is not mine than I can trap sunshine in a box for tomorrow, but I can remember its warmth and the way it lit up my world today.
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