So heres a weird game I play with myself sometimes: I imagine that I am 100 years old lying in bed somewhere and Ive been given the opportunity to travel back in time to the present moment that Im in. I look around with fresh eyes and suddenly all the minor annoyances and small things of the day melt away and I realize Im alive, strong, healthy and young. And Leo is with me, five-years-old, pure and golden, and I can touch him and smell his delicious blond hair. And Jim is with me too – young, loving, and probably with a lot more hair. ;) And everything in this moment becomes almost unbearably precious once I fully acknowledge how fleeting it is. It makes me just want to drink in the sun streaming through the windows and relish whatever music might be in the air and just gobble up all of my friends and loved ones who are still alive with me. Because nothing else really matters, does it? And if I really was 100 years old and I got this opportunity to come back to this moment… what would I do with it?
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 00:51:40 +0000
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