Spaces In-between: #78

"We must start here, beloved. How high was your fall from grace in which you sat?" - he mumbled to himself, as his pen furiously scribbled his prose on his little notepad. Capturing a little bit of heaven during a time which normally carried his work obligations. Manual labor is what I think they call it, - he thought, with a smirk on his face. Knowing he would have to soon return to work. A moment of joy in the stewardship of obligation. Any method of escape would be embraced, he felt. For what was life anyway? if one couldn't decide on who they were from one moment to the next. In this moment he was a writer, especially in his world where one obligation led to the next without a moment to breathe or to find himself. This was his moment of 'Selah' as the old testament included.

Such is the power of the human soul, if one chooses to have peace in war, beauty in fear, gentleness in hatred and love in defeat. One simply needs to reach for an emotion and a standard in a moment. Grasping for it as long as one can before its slips away. For it is 'best truth' that lies on the other side of this dimensional reality; that may feel harsh at times. A decision lies with everyone, to choose who they want to be in this moment. It simply takes courage.