Monday, September 1, 2008

fifteen.

"...And now that you found it, it's gone. Now that you feel it, you don't. It's gone forever."

The moment you realize something, you realize that oftentimes, the opportunity for action departed long ago. How many times have you felt exactly the same as a previous time? Exactly: in an exact manner; without approximation; precisely. Once you feel it, it's gone. The sun may rise and fall at the exact time as the day before, but does it rise or fall in the exact manner as it did before?

The one thing consistent about life is its inconsistency. The rhythmic instability of breathing. The constant change of a heartbeat throughout the duration of a day. How many times did you blink in the last five minutes? How about the five minutes before that? Life must have the undefinable, intangible aspects we can't control or it becomes stagnant. It loses the appeal it once had before. Imagine a filmmaker told the ending of a movie during the preview. Imagine an author revealed the end of the book on the back cover. Imagine you woke up this morning with a voicemail describing everything that would transpire during the day.

How does that sound to you?