From the amazing mind of author C. Desert Rose comes this great blog post about her contribution to "Pleasure Prints: Divergent Ink Book 2".
So often I’ve heard the saying “fleeting moments” and just as often I attempted to consider what that meant in terms of reality.
Like, how is life a series of fleeting moments? And of course, why?
You see, there have been times in my life where I’ve felt like certain things were unending. For example, how some people struggle with monetary issues seemingly perpetually. Or how others fight against illness unendingly.
On the other hand, it also seems like happy moments just don’t last.
There are theories that say that one cannot enjoy the good times unless there are bad times to help you appreciate them.
There are also theories that imply that the bad times are trials from above, and that good times are the way the Universe recompenses the sufferer.
Who am I to challenge anyone’s theories, for whatever helps a person carry themselves through life is, in my humble opinion, a psychological necessity in order to move forward. It doesn’t matter how they do it, as long as they do something to help the hard times seem less daunting. Whether that is faith in the divine, or simply having “a fighter’s” perspective, it does not matter.
The question at hand, however, is; is life too short or too long?
One day I woke up and I was 5 years old. I loved being 5, for the most part. I can’t say that I had a “normal” childhood as I didn’t. But I do remember loving being 5 years old.
The next day I woke up and I was 40. How did I get to that point? How did I take that enormous leap through time and feel as though I’d altogether skipped my life? How was I 5 years old one day and 40 years old the next day?
Was I impervious to time or did “life” happen in between that monumental and sempiternal stream of seconds and minutes?
It’s hard to tell.
But, in that in between time—the flow of seconds and minutes that felt surreal—I learned one thing … life must be lived to the best of one’s capacity. Therefore I rapidly understood that I had to make the best of what time I had on this earth because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have lived life at all.
I once heard on a television show where a character said, “Some people live more in 20 years than some live in 80.” I couldn’t agree more.
Living a life of incessant and nonsensical obsessing seems like a grad waist of all the goodness that life has to offer.
It was this thought that coaxed the writing of “Fleeting Moments”.
I once, many years ago, met a lady at my workplace that was so focused on career advancement that it felt like she couldn’t think about anything else. This included the possibility of failure. All she ever talked about, day in and out, was how she was going to advance her career. I respected her ambition, and of course, her determination. But, admittedly, I was concerned about her because she never wanted to do anything outside of work related things.
Helena was based on her.
Dennis was introduced into the mix because I was convinced that Helena needed someone to interrupt the balance. Dennis was the least expected disruption. Especially because of how he did it. Dennis turned Helena’s world upside down by simply offering her his friendship and a cup of hot chocolate.
Helena was so blinded by her will to supercede that she could not appreciate Dennis’s drive. One that was much simpler than her own. Simply put, it could not fit in her head.
Unbeknownst to Helena, Dennis’s plan was working. Slowly, she fell for it.
But to further disrupt her sense of stability, came the revelation of Dennis illness.
Sometimes it takes a certain level “shake up” to jar a person out of a stubborn state of mind. But, that very same “shake up” can serve as a tool to open the eyes of the stubborn person so that their view widens and sees the bigger picture.
The answer to the question is that for some life it too long, for others it is far too short. But, while we are here, we must make the best of it in whatever way we know how.
Like, how is life a series of fleeting moments? And of course, why?
You see, there have been times in my life where I’ve felt like certain things were unending. For example, how some people struggle with monetary issues seemingly perpetually. Or how others fight against illness unendingly.
On the other hand, it also seems like happy moments just don’t last.
There are theories that say that one cannot enjoy the good times unless there are bad times to help you appreciate them.
There are also theories that imply that the bad times are trials from above, and that good times are the way the Universe recompenses the sufferer.
Who am I to challenge anyone’s theories, for whatever helps a person carry themselves through life is, in my humble opinion, a psychological necessity in order to move forward. It doesn’t matter how they do it, as long as they do something to help the hard times seem less daunting. Whether that is faith in the divine, or simply having “a fighter’s” perspective, it does not matter.
The question at hand, however, is; is life too short or too long?
One day I woke up and I was 5 years old. I loved being 5, for the most part. I can’t say that I had a “normal” childhood as I didn’t. But I do remember loving being 5 years old.
The next day I woke up and I was 40. How did I get to that point? How did I take that enormous leap through time and feel as though I’d altogether skipped my life? How was I 5 years old one day and 40 years old the next day?
Was I impervious to time or did “life” happen in between that monumental and sempiternal stream of seconds and minutes?
It’s hard to tell.
But, in that in between time—the flow of seconds and minutes that felt surreal—I learned one thing … life must be lived to the best of one’s capacity. Therefore I rapidly understood that I had to make the best of what time I had on this earth because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have lived life at all.
I once heard on a television show where a character said, “Some people live more in 20 years than some live in 80.” I couldn’t agree more.
Living a life of incessant and nonsensical obsessing seems like a grad waist of all the goodness that life has to offer.
It was this thought that coaxed the writing of “Fleeting Moments”.
I once, many years ago, met a lady at my workplace that was so focused on career advancement that it felt like she couldn’t think about anything else. This included the possibility of failure. All she ever talked about, day in and out, was how she was going to advance her career. I respected her ambition, and of course, her determination. But, admittedly, I was concerned about her because she never wanted to do anything outside of work related things.
Helena was based on her.
Dennis was introduced into the mix because I was convinced that Helena needed someone to interrupt the balance. Dennis was the least expected disruption. Especially because of how he did it. Dennis turned Helena’s world upside down by simply offering her his friendship and a cup of hot chocolate.
Helena was so blinded by her will to supercede that she could not appreciate Dennis’s drive. One that was much simpler than her own. Simply put, it could not fit in her head.
Unbeknownst to Helena, Dennis’s plan was working. Slowly, she fell for it.
But to further disrupt her sense of stability, came the revelation of Dennis illness.
Sometimes it takes a certain level “shake up” to jar a person out of a stubborn state of mind. But, that very same “shake up” can serve as a tool to open the eyes of the stubborn person so that their view widens and sees the bigger picture.
The answer to the question is that for some life it too long, for others it is far too short. But, while we are here, we must make the best of it in whatever way we know how.
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