Life is but a moment. Smiling and dancing, crying and panicking. Wondering where to next? Will it finally be success or just another vex. Moments on top of hours. Hours on top of days with days on top of weeks, on top of months, on top of years, over decades, over centuries. Continuing moments of everything a person can feel. History repeats over and over… Spirits retreat or cause deceit.
Constantly besieged by choices of happiness or beliefs. We choose because of the complications of having both is too heavy a burden for our moments to defeat. The act of balancing becomes a task. The one who balances becomes an ask. Is it a mask? How does one think so fast? Stop telling me how to bask in a moment when life as we know it wears many motions, being vast.
With mutual respect please don’t tell me how to act. Don’t tell me how far to let my seat back. A question every man must ask is “who really has my back?” So many moments, so many questions binding humankind in thoughts but pausing at the thought to relax. How do I react to a smile or frown, hi or bye. Give or take. Love or leave. Grieving the need and needing to breathe.
To survive comes down to needing to relieve. Needing to release. Needing peace. Needing to eat and repeat. Hating and loving the instinct to need another human. Needing to love and be loved. Needing to hate and be hated. Needing another to be born. Needing another to be mourned. A moment. Ever changing chains and shame and somehow through the pain we find joy in a moment.
We must choose the moments to hold dear in our thoughts the choice is moments of pain or love. I choose the power of love bringing joy to any circumstance. When we all huddle in one room because we must but also love too. Making something out of nothing. Overjoyed by the simple things. Excited to tell the story of my latest adventures to my brother and cousins because they understood the me inside of me. A moment.
The next moment to remember is followed by sadness because moments change. Ever changing moments. Within memory lane are many moments, joy, smiles, feeling of being on top of the world, regret, sadness, pain… repeat. The best and the worse thing about a moment is they all end and begin. Moments transcend into friends and trends making history, moments lend.
With the eye of every beholder being pinched. The eyes see and the heart bends. The heart blinds even the wisest men and a new moment begins. Just another day of sin. Lying to ourselves, making our wrongs right by reminding ourselves ‘all that matters is a win’. Hoping that with time broken bones will mend or forget. All out of options we pretend. Trying to fake it until we make it to the moment in time we yearned for only to have our call answered and it begins again wanting more. Moments.
Changing but inescapable in life and death continuing are moments. It becomes the digging of the earth that never ends no matter the discoveries. We dig shovels through trees in desperation to achieve, telling ourselves, asking ourselves, what’s in it for me? We bleed and conceive taking and bringing life with the consideration of a single leaf.
After so many moments the hardest instinct in mankind’s fight is a selfish need. In overcoming we try and in the moments of unity we bring about world peace. The most inspiring moment indeed. This is the moment when we beat our own built-in beast. When we entwine. When we balance. When we ask? When we tap into untapped will in every man’s feet. When we finally remove rose colored lens, we meet the truth hidden in a gray speech. A moment we call deep.
We learn, teach, reach, and repeat. To be quiet is 2 in 1 working together or separate. The silence is either our strengths or what makes us weak. Every moment being both good and evil due to the needs of evil. When the ink dries it is the things we lust of in which we believe.
In our moments to read in the truth we don’t take heed. Deep down what is believed is greed. Not only the lust of another’s being but every evil is a bottomless pit that must feed. In this moment this thought I must release in an effort to increase a moment of peace in my pen I look to the sky and down to the grass to grip a moment of ease.
