The world is caught off guard with each moment. It either captures that moment for what it truly is or it recycles an old memory to put in its place. A present moment judged through the lens of the past belongs to those who are half dead. What would it be like to live on the edge of your seat for each moment? Like sitting on the edge of time, rocking on a dancing star as if it were an illuminated chair. High in the sky, spread through the expanse of the universe where everything seems a bit more clear. Pulsating with every living thing all at once.
The winds are blowin’.
Catch ’em.
Ride ’em to and fro.
Tour the adventurous expanse of your season.
The song carries a different sound, urgency, and excitement to it when you’re in the middle of the celebration, with your heart pounding to the rhythm of the chorus.
The onlookers hear a different song. Its your time not theirs. They hear the song from a distance, there is no urgency and the lyrics are muffled by the wind. They tap their feet and look at their watches, waiting for it all to be over. It’s your time that has come not theirs.
‘Seeing they do not see, hearing they do not hear.’
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