I sprinted past the moment, though it didn’t truly exist in the way that things do.
I had looked forward with such intensity and anticipation that it had condensed into an impossibly small point in time.
Because I’m older, I now see that this is how most of us manage the span of our entire lives: increments, milestones, and anticipated moments.
There are labels for this sort of thing. “Futurizing” is one of my favorites.
Though covid fleetingly slows us from careening as carelessly as we once did, even its lesson of mortality will soon enough become a vague memory.
Each of us will step back into the tide of normalcy, whatever that might be, and pace forward.
Birthdays, anniversaries, vacations, achievements, all seemingly without terminus – although undeniably connected by an invisible strand.
I predict we’ll be more feverish postcovid. We’ll collectively feel the pause button click free and begin our mad dash to collect what we thought we missed while the world held its breath. People do not like to feel like they are missing out, even if what they have fills their lives.
Weirdly, I feel that we should take a breath and slow down. Sit and stare. Read and contemplate. Look within and around. We were not prepared, despite having history’s best medicine, technology, and logistics.
Our failure wasn’t external, however.
It lies within us where, in reality, each of us lives.
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When you slow down to savor the moment realizing this one will never be here again, it’s like the world almost stops. The grinding wheels hardly move for just a second. Then boom. It snaps back to full speed. Like there was never a pause.
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