The more we hold on, the faster it escapes. It’s like holding onto water flowing between our fingers.
During the best of times, we will it to stand still. During the worst of the times, we pray it to race past us. Time is constant. Time is an everyday and immediate reminder to make the most of the things staring right at our faces.
The chamber of our playground is a cocoon shielding us from the outside, even if it’s for a brief moment. For few days at a time, we are immersed in each other, away from everyday demands and promises of the world that won’t stop talking. My eyes capture and file away your beauty. My ears perk up to take in the ridiculous narratives of your insane mind. Crazy and beautiful. You are a free spirit. You strike the perfect balance that more often eludes me. And throughout it all, I find myself opening myself up to who I have always been, but too afraid to let it all hang out. The fear dissipates. The fear melts away. The fear transforms into something else.
I grow grateful for the things I’ve always been but too blind to see. I grow hopeful for the things that will come.