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| Just the other day, I had a 10-second experience.
The boy seated opposite was progressively more disturbed, over the course of a year. In his world, random people were filming him and there were even strangers who would threaten him. Chairs and cups talked, both to and about him, and he had to bear the burden of being aware of all these surreal experiences.
There we were, with me having led him into the clinic and the two of us were exploring his problems. I was taking on a laid-back attitude, trying to convey a "you can't faze me, i've seen it all" stance. His eyes showed that he was with me through the conversation, listening intently to what I had to say.
... until that moment.
His jaw dropped, and he froze in submission, fixated at a distant point. Slowly, he raised both hands in meek surrender. This was not to me, but it did enough to throw me off track and I lost my train of thought at that very instant. Only later did I realize, it all made sense when I thought of the third person in the room, who was there without actually being there but yet so vividly real to elicit such a response. The boy had actually been held up at gun point, in the midst of our interview.
For the life of me, I found my own eyes wandering, trying to converge to that distant point which he was fixated on yet trying not to lose my own cool. I had the fastest revision of everything to expect in an Anxiety Disorder, within me for a change, during that fleeting moment. It would sound absolutely silly on my part, but to be perfectly honest, a tremendous sense of relief did wash over me when my eyes did not end up seeing anything I was not exactly prepared to see.
It also came to my mind, that I was immensely thankful to be overwhelmed by that relief. Yet, I knew he had not felt that way for over a year.
In that brief moment, and for the rest of the day to come, I came as close to empathizing with an experience I have never had thus far.
And I hope it stays that way.
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| it was a chance encounter, the sort that left you exchanging pleasantries whilst not knowing what exactly to say. yet, all the same you wanted to talk, to catch up and just to say hello again.
it all happened so quickly, and it was over before i knew it. yet i'm glad it did work out the way it did, nevermind the heavy sentiments that lingered.
it's nice to have a familiar face walk back into my life, even if it was just for a cameo (both ways, of course). and then we went our separate ways, going about with daily routines and what-not.
such is life, which moves us all along.
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| just the other day, i came to work slightly later than my routine and ended up with a parking lot further down than the patch which i usually left my vehicle at. imagine my surprise when, after work, the car was not covered in leaves for once. it looked so pristine that i hardly recognized it, after all i had already grown used to seeing it half-buried in foliage at the end of the day.
a simple logic struck me, something which i had never thought about despite going through the routines so very regularly - if you don't want to get leaves on your car, park it somewhere where it isn't sheltered by trees.
a fundamental yet simple moment of truth, that dawned upon me the very day i broke from my routine. and it really was so much more than just about leaves, cars and parking lots.
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| My best friend gave me the best advice, he said "each days a gift and not a given right". Leave no stone unturned, Leave your fears behind. And try to take the path less traveled by. That first step you take is the longest stride.
If today was your last day, if tomorrow was too late, could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last, leave old pictures in the past, donate every dime you have, if today was your last day?
Going against the grain should be a way of life, what's worth the price is always worth the fight. Every second counts cause there's no second try, so live it like you're never living twice. Don't take the free ride in your whole life.
And would you call old friends you never see, reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies, and would you find that one your dreaming of, swear up and down to God above, that you'll finally fall in love, if today was your last day?
If today was your last day, would you make your mark on ending a broken heart. You know it's never too late, to shoot for the stars, regardless of who you are. So do whatever it takes, cause you can't rewind a moment in this life. Let nothing stand in your way, cause the hands of time are never on your side.
from "If Today Was Your Last Day", credits to Nickelback for such an inspirational song.
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