Seven Seconds

One…

Seven seconds, a mere seven heartbeats, a few measures of a song.

Two…

Time so fleeting, so fragile, so light – and yet so significant that their presence can illuminate a life and their absence can cast a long shadow.

Three…

Moments whose significance is sometimes masked by their quotidian presence, and whose value often can only be gauged in the harsh suffering of their absence.

Four…

Those seven seconds, those significant moments, those lifelines of joy and continuing pleasure in the banality of life’s relentless repetition and routine – do you know what they are?

Five…

Can you identify those few moments…those ephemeral ticks of the clock that give you hope, renew your joy, and restore your strength?

Six…

Or are you like so many others, who will only discover these precious gems, these jewels of existence, these prized morsels of life when they are no longer there for the taking – when all that is left is to 

mourn?

Seven.

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The Old Fool

“If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” -George Orwell.


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