MOMENTS (standard:other, 500 words)
Author: Hope	Added: Sep 26 2004	Views/Reads: 3464/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Life is not about the amounts of breaths we take but about the moments that take our breath away

MOMENTS 

Life is about Moments.I read somewhere that “life is not about the
amount of breaths we take but about the moments that take our breath 
away”. 

Is that really true? 

I guess every moment changes us. Every instance in our lives stays with
us. It leaves marks whether we want it to or not. Whether we decide to 
accept it or ignore it.It happened. That moment did take place. And 
very few have the strength to accept it and move with it. while others 
pretend like it never happened.. 

I don't know which one of those people I am. I do have magic moments
that I have experienced whether it was on my own sitting in my room, or 
with people close to me,or having complete strangers whisper words of 
encouragement when the world seemed to be against me.wether it was my 
horse staring into my eyes or my dog sitting at my feet while I cried 
god knows what it was but it did happen. 

And when instances such as these do take place. I do feel there is more
out there than me. there is more to life than that little instance that 
caused me hurt or pain. and the world doesnt feel like such a bad place 
after all.I will survive and then I smile... 

Looking at the sky and seeing the birds fly when I have been stuck in
traffic for over 30 minutes and that sight could put a smile on my 
face.The stress is forgotten for that moment. 

So magic moments do really exist I guess for me. 

When I'm feeling like the entire world is coming down on my head. When I
just want to get out but I don't know where to go. 

I go and sit on my roof. I watch the sky, the birds, I always see the
clouds in the form of animals. I have seen horses and rabbits and 
wolves. And I wonder What is the significance of it all? 

The more I think about it the further I am away from the pain that put
me there in the first place. I see the birds flying above me and it 
puts a smile on my face. So then I think and I wonder why I let things 
upset me to a point where I have to isolate myself to see such beauty 
in the simplicity of life which is free and for all of us. 

How hard is it for one to sit under a tree and look at the sky? How hard
is it for us to appreciate the basic things in life we take for 
granted. And then, what meaning do each of us derive from this 
experience? 

So many questions I have and to most of them I do have the answers, but
I wonder when will the day come when I learn the difference between 
"knowing the path and walking the path". 


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