Moments

Balancing a moment between the present and the past is almost always a frustrating task. You can't stop the tick of time that confines us all, or more accurately, the world itself to push forward, but we don't necessarily have to move. We can choose to stop, the world just keeps going on without us for a while, or forever depending on how you chose to be still. There's the still of a nap and the still of a therapeutic act, and then there's the still that is just a bit more than that. The still that forever lasts, leaving your laugh in the pasts of those still moving forward, moving on despite your crash, just like that. Nothing stops for anyone, at least not the world. And if something stops, compared to all the time that it runs, it is only a moment, hardly even that. You chose how many moments of this world's life span you hold in your grasp, our minutes are less than it's moments and our miles are less than it's steps, and the thing that halts it all for the saddest of those moments seems to come after a death. We never get to see the moment we make the world stop and take a breathe, moving on from our death, just another tally mark in it's core, by now I'm sure time yawns, all of this that surrounds our whole existence must be such a bore. So I have only one question, what are you living your moment for?