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If there is one great truth to live by on our planet
it is that you should never take anything for granted,
and that you should take care and nurture
the seeds of life that have been planted-
from new ideas to new sights,
from recurring beauty to new lights that appear at night.

I love life so much, because, at its heart, it is eccentric,
varied, unpredictable, and changeable;
and people, humanity, are one of the greatest examples
of this universal eccentricity-
if any evidence were needed of this fact,
you need only to listen to us all
when we effectively demonstrate our innate gift to squabble and quibble,
sometimes about the most inconsequential of things:
what people choose to do with their time, what people choose to wear-
sometimes it feels like everyone has flashed-back
to the times of arrows and slings.

Another great truth of life
is that you can achieve so much with so little-
you can create the greatest masterpiece
with the right subject at the right time;
you can make the most incredible meal
that anyone has ever tasted in their entire lives
with only a handful of ingredients
in the smallest kitchen in the entire world-
sometimes the simplest of things
are remembered by everyone as the most sublime.

One amazing and inspirational moment can define you forever;
one moment of joy, exhilaration, happiness,
can give you the identity that you have always craved;
one life-changing moment can bring everyone together.

People are more interesting to me
when they prove that they are a fully-fledged individual,
when they choose to not board the ‘trend-train’
and do not do whatever everybody else is doing,
do not say whatever everybody else is saying,
and do not wear whatever everybody else is wearing,
and instead do their own thing, have their own opinion-
even if that does not jive
with what society seems to tell us is “normal”-
we are all interconnected, but we are not a hive.

I love every new day of life,
because it always feels different, more profound, somehow;
every day makes more sense and yet less sense than the day before,
and because of that you don’t know what life has in store;
and although what happens is not always good,
living your life the way you choose to is never a chore.
You have to live your life for yourself, for your family,
for what you love, for what makes you cry;
you have to live your life
as if there are no rules that apply to you,
as if everything that happens is as precious to you
as the moments that you miss in the blink of an eye.

We all live complicated lives,
we are all looking for somewhere to go,
somewhere we wish we were, with someone who makes us happy,
however yesterday I was reminded, by someone who I had never met before,
about the things in my life that mean the most to me.
Yesterday, I met a lady, an incredibly proud grandmother,
who sat beside me on the bench that I was sitting on in the park,
who simply wanted to tell someone how much she loved her family.
The lady told me that she was on her way home
and that she just wanted to rest for a short while;
however she could have chosen any bench in the park to sit,
but instead she chose my bench, and even now that makes me smile.

The lady that I met yesterday,
on what was a bright and beautiful Thursday morning,
offered me an unused bus ticket, if I wanted it,
and then began to tell me about her loving family-
starting with her grandson, who her son had told her
had been having problems sleeping during the night:
the lady told me how her grandson was always afraid to go to sleep
unless his big brother, who is training to become a priest,
was there to turn off the light.
The lady told me how her older grandson,
who was now living far-away from his brother,
had come home especially to surprise his brother
to put him to bed and to tell him that everything was all right.
So full of so much pride, so much so that I could see it
in the lady’s eyes and on her face,
suddenly the air of mid-morning seemed more beautiful and bright.

I listened to the lady, as she spoke to me
for what must have been only ten minutes,
and I could feel the love in her voice,
and her words made me feel quite emotional-
hearing about the precious moments of a life of goodness and giving
that the lady and her family enjoys.
Unfortunately, I had to leave the lady- I had somewhere to get to-
however I felt guilty for having to leave her,
because I could have continued to talk to her all-day.
I stood up from my seat, I apologized to the lady,
and then I thanked her for taking the time to talk to me;
the lady then returned the compliment to me, telling me that
“I hope you have a great day”.

I thanked the lady again and then I went on my way,
spellbound and enriched by the lady’s stories, life, and family,
hoping in my heart to do the same for someone else in the future-
to inspire and to brighten someone’s day,
because that is how I felt after I met The Lady.

There are moments that happen to us all in our lives
when, within a heart-beat,
we feel like we have crossed the ultimate finish-line,
as all the events of our life- past and future-
appear to flash before ours eyes.
These rare moments of insight can knock you off your feet,
unsettle you for days, but after deep contemplation
they can reveal the continuum of your life, your place in everything-
why you are so important.
I was unprepared and moved to tears when my moment came,
I don’t remember everything that I saw about myself,
in what must have been only a few seconds;
but there is one thing, call it a gift of my future-self,
that still remains.

They say that time-travel is impossible,
but, then again, they used to say that same
about men on the moon.
I believe that if you look at a problem from a different direction
all the answers to your questions will begin to sing in-tune.
I see things in life that I only wish others could see with me;
I see the spark of hope in those people who say that they are giving up,
who only need to take the time to hear the reason why things need to happen-
because, when you are looking at things through a veil,
the mist that you see can be as thick as syrup.

When I look back, and when I look forward,
since my moment of connection with all space and time,
I don’t see a beginning, or an end-
I see a forever existence that is, and will always be, beyond understanding,
but I know in myself that I and we are connected to everything else
like the nervous system of a universal spine.
I don’t have proof of my belief,
but then again you can’t prove that you love someone-
you can only say and show that you do as best that you can.
Like most people who believe in something, I have faith-
for the same reason that you don’t need to prove that the world exists,
even though it cannot be seen by the eyes of a blind person.

I know what it feels like to lose something,
but I also know that if you believe in things, in people, and in yourself,
you cannot foresee how greater the world will become;
you will see, feel, and understand,
that the world doesn’t end when you reach the sea and the sand-
it continues to the stars, as part of the universes, and life’s,
infinite continuum.

Time is so precious.
If you had just one day to do everything that you want to do, anything-
what would you choose?
If I could do anything, I would do exactly what I am doing now:
sit down, listen to the sounds of life rushing by,
look out my window at the endless blue sky,
and converse with the eternal muse.
Moments like this are becoming fewer and farther between for me
in this new season of change;
but now it doesn’t matter-
what happened yesterday, or what will happen tomorrow-
all that matters today is what the world and I choose to exchange.

There was no time at the beginning of the universe,
just as there isn’t now-
it wasn’t until we began to measure the interval between moments
and placed great reverence on the knowledge of when things happened,
and how,
that was when we were all chained forever to the hours, the minutes,
and the seconds of every clock-
that was when we first began to follow time,
as if it were the shepherd to our flock.
If it were not for time, however, would anything ever get done?
I believe that it still would,
but we wouldn’t be as impatient as we are,
and we would still know that it was still daytime
by the appearance and the position of the sun.

Times are so precious.
Things happen in life, and they are over before you know it.
Special moments of infinite meaning for us all fade so quickly
that we cannot bear to admit.
The memories that stay with us, that we dwell on,
remember every hour of every day, that brighten our day-
like sunshine bursting through a cloud-
are everything-
they are the after, they are what whispers to us,
and they are what can be heard by all, and loud.
I have always believed that life is a continuum-
that everything happens all at once,
and that where we are going is exactly the place
from where we have come from-
that when we arrive at the top of the hill,
or at the highest branch of the tree,
we have the knowledge that the only way through is up,
and that remembering as much of what you have learned and felt in your life
is what will allow you to let go, and fly free.

There are moments in our lives that feel like our entire life
has been waiting for them to come to pass,
moments that defy description, explanation, contemplation, and time,
that mean so much to us there message is as clear as glass.

Moments that visit us to deliver a direction, a feeling,
an insight of light to guide our way to our hour of attainment and growth,
that strike at the bell that first tolled at our birth,
that will ring again for the last time at our final moment,
that connects and bounds both.

There are times in our lives
when we feel like all the answers to every question we have ever posed
are right in front of us and ready for our time and understanding;
times that take us to the limit of our experience and knowledge,
which then ask of us to feel and imagine
the entire universe in a single moment,
and then watch it expanding.
Times that fill our minds with visions of truth,
voices from our lives, feelings of happiness, pangs of pain,
that call upon you to accept the choices of others that have impacted on you,
and to stand-tall against the downpour of destiny’s rain.

There are times in our lives when we are looking at ourselves in a mirror
and the only reflection we see is the one we wish we had seen
when we were a child-
a portal to the future that shows us at a moment of openness, clarity;
happy, content, beguiled.

There are moments in our lives that change everything about us,
that rocket us into orbit around our world
and show it to us at it’s most sublime.
I live for those moments that show me what awaits me;
and right this instant, I think that it’s time.

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