The Moment

The moment.

That defining moment. That life defining moment.

When things come into focus, and the world goes silent.

And there you are. Trying to comprehend, trying to make sense of why. Trying to adjust.

Trying to reconcile your many mistakes.

Some, not all, will turn away from this moment. Too afraid, or too weak, to confront it.

They, then, deny it.

And it passes them by. The world starts to move again, the sound returns.

The moment is gone.

You are somehow, smaller.

Less.

Less, for not dealing with it, or realizing the magnitude of the situation.

Good or bad, the two futures have split, careening off in different directions.

Too many, most these days, would rather they just exist. Smoking or vaping themselves into oblivion. Let’s not even talk about the fentanyl.

Becoming numb to the moment, should it present itself to them.

It will of course, it always does.