And she said to me, "life is precious".
she didn't understand the weight that it
carried that day
or possibly it was just that minute
but , I needed that
That reminder that life is fleeting and
doesn't wait for anyone. That reminder of
a bigger picture and the small things we
do to frame it piece by piece everyday.
We're so eager to figure out the end result.
Do we get the girl? Do we get into
this University? Do we get this job or
even, can I skip to this part of my life?
But what we miss are all of the feelings
leading up to that.
All of the tiny matter that makes up
the end result.
The happy smiles from the compelling conversations.
From the lover's hand in yours.
From the kiss that sparked it all. From the butterflies back to
the conversations that they hatched from
and back to the strangers glance that
we could've ignored.
Things can turn out many ways but I'd
like to think some things are meant to happen
or at least we want them enough
to make them happen ourselves.