It All Started To Make Sense

It All Started To Make Sense

The grass was so green that day, relatively so. I couldn’t help but marvel in the moment as the strands danced and danced for what seemed like an eternity. There was the blue sky, being caressed by the over-zealous, blinding sun. It lit up everything everywhere, pushing the blue towards the earth. I was swimming with them down my neighbourhood streets- her hair floating in the wind.

We came to that field- that empty field. It was a comforting desolation. It was telling me that even in loneliness, things would be okay. You can still exist without others. And we entered the field- rather it embraced us, enveloping me in something I had never felt. In the distance, through the dried hairs of the Earth, we were drawn to a tumour - a strong billowing microcosm of faded life; the statue of the eroded modern-lifestyle. This mound, composed of rusted bed springs, copper wires, deflated tires, dried mud, and weeds, was erected as a testament to a fleeting existence forever gone.

And we stood on top of this heap, and we stared into the sky, and the trees. It was the moment I had been waiting for my whole entire life. It was the moment I knew that everything in my life was going to be alright, even though I knew that one day I was going to die.

I felt the moment in my whole entire body, and I knew what the meaning of my life was. It isn’t a complicated goal-oriented existence but instead a series of events simply linking these perfect moments together. It all made sense. I finally had a reason to enjoy my waking existence.

I would get out of bed for her milky chi’s, or for those moments where my would fingers dance. I open my eyes for the possibility of indulging in a quart of sweet cream with millions of spoons. I dress myself everyday hoping to be greeted by the sweet scent of midnight air while I hazily ride my bike. It’s these perfect moments, where everything is just so simple, that remind me that everything is going to be just fine.