Fleeting moments should stay a little longer.
You know, I’d like to think that I live for those moments where I find myself with a cheesy smile on my face, basking in gratitude. Looking around and loving my city, loving my surroundings. Taking in the beauty of my life. What great people I’m surrounded by. What a great day it’s been… no, fuck it… whattah great week it’s been.
I mean, that’s definitely something to celebrate. Especially in a world where our creativity is silenced, where we’re drowning in technology. Where we’re still fighting the good fight, and fighting it hard, and still not winning. Where men still think it’s okay to speak over women. Where the double-edged sword of gentrification is consuming so many people’s lives. When people, every fucking day, still ask, “Why is race still a goddamn issue?”, with no concrete answer to follow, because of course, that’s when the white man stays quiet. Where I still don’t have a puppy or a baby, so I find myself air-petting every dog I pass on the streets of any city I’m in, ever, to fill that baby-fever void.
So, naturally, those tiny moments where my heart is prancing about in a soulful dance, I’m grateful. It feels good to feel the wonders of life take us by surprise, and remind us, that hey… things can always be worse. Though, that should definitely not be the reason behind our happiness. Ever. There’s always something to be grateful for, there’s always something to look forward to, even when we don’t know it. I wish that incredulous moment, basking in all things beautiful, can be caught and manifested into a photo hung on my wall.
Well, now that I think about it, I guess that’s what I’ve done… just now.