Clarity

There come a few, rare times, when it’s not air you breathe, but life itself, making your lungs want to burst. They are moments, only brief little moments.. When you find yourself wondering if it’s a dream –but in dreams it is your own mind re-creating what you’ve seen of the world, while this… this you could never imagine existed. 

So it has to be real. Everything has to be real: Swimming in the deep blue sea, while a bright summer sun burns your face.. Letting the air up on the mountains carry you with it, alongside that single bird you scared off its tree.. Standing mesmerized in front of a fiery sunset over a city made of small gleaming diamonds.. Looking at a sky so filled with stars that it can’t hold them all - so they start falling, one by one… (and you try to think of a wish, but, what more can you wish for than.. this?). 

A few, precious seconds, where all shades of grey fade… as if they never existed. And you, standing in the middle of it all, breathing in each little wonder, realize that you can either have roots… or wings, but you can't have both…  And, with this knowledge, you fly…

Yes…, in these moments you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Doing exactly what you were born to do: living! ...

A few times in my life, I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be…

(A Single Man)