How does a moment make a moment? How does it make us freeze?
How can it slow time until it stops entirely letting us think every-
thing over without a single thought? We aren’t meant to be any-
where else, and we don’t want to be. We sit. Alone but not lonely,
comforted but not crowded. Life melts around us and we cheer as
it drains away leaving room for a moment. Everything holds its
breath hoping the moment chooses to perch near them. But more
often than not it passes them by. They wait and hope and pray to
get a moment. Fickler than a cat, and more skittish too. To make a
moment stay; to entice it to choose you, we mustn’t hold our breath.
But you must also not seize it and pull it close. Ignore it and it will
come to you. When it does, hold it tight, but only for a moment.
For if it is held for too long it will disappear without a trace never to
be seen again. Others may try to challenge a moment to a fight for
it to stay. But they will never win. This stag is far too experienced
to lose to a novice. Your lifetime of wisdom cannot compare to the
timeless knowledge of a moment. They may strike as much as they
would like, but one can never punch the wind. They can guard all
they wish but no man can block lightning. A moment does not look
for one who looks for it. How does a moment make a moment? It
doesn’t. It merely gives us the tools to make our own.
