Like a blip on the radar, we do not take notice of the things that seem to mean the most. We wish endlessly. We dream to all the ends of the Earth. But some of us just can’t seem to grasp reality. The beauty of it all is that it doesn’t stop and wait for us. I argue to myself, ” Oh, well I’ll be able to get it all back one day. ” I need to stop this train of thought. Maybe you do too. The moment time starts for us is the minute , no pun intended, we need to start living. From every waking moment to every dying second. Whether our eyes open with such ferocity due to the fact that we slept past our alarm, or that the sun’s rays have decided to subtly leave a trail of warmth along our skins we should live with the idea that each time our conscience is aware, we need to be aware. To hear the rain drop along the sidewalks and windows. To hear our neighbors argue. To hear the sirens of the local fire station crescendo into the afternoon heat. To feel our lover’s touch. To grasp the very fabric of life. I feel as if we let it slip through our fingers to easily, much like watching sand fall through the slits. Hold on to it. Revel in it. Torture it. Squeeze every fucking ounce of it out. You only live once right? Everyone says it. Everyone hears it. Not everyone comprehends it. We assume that we live and then we die. Its not that quite simple really. There’s something in between that.
It’s called living.
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