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I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments- we hear a word that sticks in our mind- or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly. We share a hotel elevator with a bride in her veil, say, or a stranger gives us a piece of bread to feed the mallard ducks in the lagoon; a small child starts a conversation with us in a Dairy Queen.
And if we collect these small moments in a notebook and save them over a period of months we would see certain trends emerge from our collection- certain voices would emerge that have been trying to speak through us. We would realize that we have been having another life altogether, one we didn’t even know was going on inside us. And maybe this other life is more important than the one we think of as being real- this clunky day-to-day world of furniture and noise and metal. So just maybe it is these small moments which are the true story-making events of our lives.
I ramble. I am human; I am trapped inside of time.
And if we collect these small moments in a notebook and save them over a period of months we would see certain trends emerge from our collection- certain voices would emerge that have been trying to speak through us. We would realize that we have been having another life altogether, one we didn’t even know was going on inside us. And maybe this other life is more important than the one we think of as being real- this clunky day-to-day world of furniture and noise and metal. So just maybe it is these small moments which are the true story-making events of our lives.
I ramble. I am human; I am trapped inside of time.