Taking Something Non-Linear and Putting it into Words that Imply Causality Doesn't Really Make Sense, But...

Sometimes we do things, and we know just how to do them. And sometimes we say things, and we know just how to say them. And sometimes we don’t. And sometimes we do things not because we necessarily want to, but simply because not doing them isn’t something we can bear.

And sometimes there are events in life that become markers; vast in their importance they are the signposts with which we mark the passing days and weeks and months until they turn into years. And sometimes those markers get bigger, and they become the barriers with which we define moments that turn into the seconds that will eventually form a life. And those barriers become the delineations with which we measure our time, because our time is not something that can be counted on a twenty-four hour clock and it’s not something that we can mark on the door jam every year as a child gets taller. When you look back on the finger snaps of your life you look out for those moments, those times where whether you knew it or not, what was going on in that very instant would turn into a thing that when you remembered it it would make you say, “there was before this, and there was after this.”

Most often though, we don’t know what those moments are going to mean as they’re happening, because we suffer from the misplaced notion that it is the big things that make us change direction, make us stop and stare, make us remember not to forsake the walking for the speed, when really it’s the everyday, the here and now, the extraordinary in every ordinary moment.

Sometimes there are people who come into our lives and their presence allows us to be changed. And sometimes there are lessons we seem to need to learn the hard way. And sometimes there aren’t. And sometimes we fight when we should put down our arms and rest. And sometimes we return to the scene of the crime. And sometimes that really is the best thing that we can do. And sometimes it’s not. But sometimes it is. So we do it, because sometimes it is. And when it is it’s great, and when it is it’s worth it, and when it is we feel as though there’s nothing we can’t do. So we do it because sometimes it is, and sometimes is enough.