Still a moment (01-13-06)

Desperate it seems that this whole ideal to become one person has overtaken even the simplest of my actions, simple does it seem how easily everything can be fixed. We all strive so desperately to make a difference in this world. We all have our different fixations of what our perfection could be and how we can make it. There are 6 billion people in this world, that’s six billion different definitions of love, six billion different definitions of hate, six billion definitions of a perfect kiss, six billion different definitions of pain. Yet somehow in this great mess we call life we all seem to have that one instant, when everything seems to be perfect. Even if the sunrise doesn’t hit that perfect angle, even if the moon is not full, even if the rain doesn’t come at the time you want it to come. We have them everyday and sometimes we don’t even realize it, sometimes it doesn’t have to be life changing, because even the smallest things, as insignificant as they may be, can be a moment, and a moment will never be forgotten. I choose to write those moments with ink in my memories, regardless of the devastation or joy they may bring, because all in all, what we will always be left with in the end, is the memory of a moment. What will you choose the pencil or the pen?

Prophet-
S. Ruben Tovar