Everything is variable. Our pain is acute, then dull and aching, then un-noticeable, and then it moves elsewhere. Our moods are light, dark; our energy jazzed, mellow, dried-up. We are talkative. We are quiet. We feel like dancing. We feel like sleeping. We laugh, cry, talk with enthusiasm, whisper. We are king of the world, victim, overdone, undone, fresh, weepy, and passionate. We are punchy. We are frantic and edgy. And we can be all of these things in the course of a single day, and often are. Sometimes our vision is fuzzy and sometimes we see like hawks. Our perfect moments do not come to stay, but neither does our trauma.
Wherever we are, let's enjoy it, knowing that it will not remain. It is exactly because each experience is fleeting that it is so incredibly beautiful.
I savor my moments. I appreciate what's happening right in front of me right now knowing that it will change faster than I realize, and never be the same again.
