You look around to place faces to the noise ringing in your ears. Those verses of perfectly timed clever wit. That oh so infectious angel choir chorus. You revel in the delightful sound of laughter unhinged. The theme of many endearing evenings. The go to soundtrack to those endless summers.
You join in when they beckon. Life is too short and far too inviting to constantly sit in the darkened seats in the audience. Jump to the stage. Demand the spotlight. And feel how delightful it is, just to share this elevated place with such remarkable souls.
You’re all a bunch of wolves, howling in harmony at an envious moon. And how blessed, how lucky it is, this rock suspended in the sky, to be in the presence of our company.
That’s your spotlight, kid.
These people, these happy few you share this stage with, what brought them to this place? How far have you come? Is the distance traveled now, even fathomable?
Where are you going to go after this act is over? When the curtains fall on this scene, will they exit the wings with you? Will they be there tomorrow? When the moons turns it’s spotlight elsewhere and the sun seeks to rise us from our beds? Will they remember you and the part you played in their life?
Semantics and over dramatics.
At the end of it all, when you are washing off whatever the night left on you; what can you do? But be true, to you. To them. And these smiling faces will come and go. The ones who choose to stay in your life will do so or they will not.
Life, it happens to the best of us.
All that really matters, all that really fucking matters, is that what we all do with the now we have. All that matters, is that they are here with you. Right now. In this small stain in time. So just stop. Drop everything you carry around with you in that hundred and something pound shell of yourself and just let it go. And just…be.
For the Past, has passed. The Future is a promise. Unspoken and uncertain. The Present, is a present. Be as a child at Christmas. Rush to it. Rip the fucking ribbons apart.
How I even came to this place, surrounded by this, by these smiles, these kindred spirits, I don’t know. These overwhelming gestures of compassion and inspiration…I wake up and wonder silently to myself, “What have I ever done in my life to deserve this?”
Was I meant to find these people? Was it destiny? No.
Destiny is a whore. And she spreads her legs for everyone.
We simply found each other. And you will find others. Hell, maybe they will find you. It’s all a matter of collisions. You never see them coming. There is no brace for impact. And whether they are here today and gone tomorrow, always leave an impact they will remember. Leave a stain. Leave a scar. Take a knife to their soul and show em what they are made of. And hopefully, they will look back knowing you at least tried to make a fucking difference in their lives. And by extension, made a difference in a world that has all but forgotten the meaning of anything.
Here in these moments, however temporary they may be, live and strive for them as if you could; infinitely.