An Ocean of Time

I have heard it said that your entire life passes before your eyes in the fleeting moment before you die. Yet, that moment is no mere second; it expands infinitely, like an ocean of time.

For me, it was lying on my back at scout camp, gazing at shooting stars; and the yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street; or my grandmother's hands, the skin so delicate it resembled parchment; and the first time I beheld the Kremlin in Moscow. And Lu... and Lu.

One might think I would be furious about what befell me; but how can one harbor anger when the world holds such beauty?

At times, I feel as if I am witnessing everything all at once, and it becomes overwhelming—my heart swells like a balloon on the verge of bursting. Then, I remember to relax, to cease my futile attempts to hold on. It flows through me like rain.

And, in that moment, I can feel nothing but profound gratitude for every instant of my small, foolish life.

You have no idea what I am talking about, I am sure. But do not worry. You will understand someday.

see ya...