All shall pass in a moment

I happen to spend moments or whole days a little subdued. By "subdued" I mean that I take for granted many tiny ordinary and extraordinary events of my daily life. Things like in the morning, as soon as you wake up enjoy the sound of her breathing still heavy, the sparkling feeling of the cold shower followed by those twenty minutes of seated meditation that I do not know what they are for but they are a great enjoyment, the first kiss when she wakes up and drinking coffee together, the smiles of the people who walk out and about in the farmhouse, the feeling of vitality when I plan something sitting at my desk, the getting lost in reading or in some TV series, the reflections of sunlight that change over and over during the day, or the suggestive tapping of the rain, the endless masochistic pleasure of sweating and reaching the limit with the body during training, the intoxicating taste of the first beer, perhaps assisted by the aroma of smoking weed, cooking for her and seeing her satisfied or the many complicit looks that we exchange during the day. Then there is the game of overcoming or even simply facing a thousand daily problems.

A set of daily events that become "normal" and therefore often emptied of their actual value. I forget too often that everything will pass in an instant, that time slips away like grains of sand and our great challenge is to make each grain become an event that bends the linear finiteness of time until it turns into an endless circle.

m.m.