Fleeting

There are rare moments in one’s life, brief snippets of pure unbridled happiness. They are never the moments you expect; not the grandiose planned out moments like weddings or graduations. It is something so simple, so basic; something probably done a million times before by many other people, maybe even by you, but it truly deeply means something this time and you can’t explain why. It is not a forced moment, it comes out of the blue and you don’t recognize it till it is over. It is completely spontaneous; the architect of it all, being some magical unseen forces that aligned everything in the universe to lead up to it. Time freezes for an eternity upon realization and what everyone else sees as a meaningless almost forgettable moment, you see as a life altering moment, that doesn’t change your life in the least. You embrace that moment; try to keep it in your mind, root it into your soul. It resonates with you like a wave made by a falling acorn into a puddle. Reverberating to the brink of madness, yet calming when done. And your life goes on, to mention the moment after just happening would curse everything, like saying Macbeth in a theater. It should be thought upon and studied over and over in your mind in a playfully obsessive way. You cannot recreate that moment, so don’t even try. This is a pure moment of happiness that will not sour over time; it is a fine wine that gets better with age. It will stick with you long past most memories and forever feel like a warm blanket on an oddly cold August night.