Being Still

Even the most concrete of our memories tend to grow hazy, veiled by the mundane of the day to day.  Concealed by the murkiness of the subconscious.  I struggle sometimes, on any given day, to remember the simplest of things; what I had for lunch the day before, where I’d last laid my book, my keys.

But when the mind is granted that brief moment of serenity and the complete stillness allows our filtered thoughts to seep in and envelop us, it’s that pivotal gift of grace by which we can reflect on all other moments in our lives.

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