Today the world stopped. Well no. Not literally. But in a John Woo sort of CGI sort of way, everything came to a Matrix-style halt. I’ve seen the man behind the proverbail curtain.

Have you ever had that instant, that fleeting moment of time where everything in life just clicks? At that moment things that have felt so murky and muddy suddenly are as lucid and vibrant as can be? Few and far between, these precious seconds are what makes other unbearable times worth trudging through. It’s hard to describe really. Cinematically I would liken it to too many cliche things, but it’s worth a shot.

Weeks of tireless chaos. Time passes both quickly and slowly in concurrence. Each day is a prison and a passing ship. You’re standing in the middle of a malestrom of traffic and bustle. And then it hits. Cars stop. The camera of your mind’s eye sweepingly pans around, harsh greys and blues begin to thaw and warm up to bright greens and yellows. It’s as if life has a yellow contrast filter on it. Everything oozes vitality. Truth. Reason for being. Problems fall to the ground, frustrations and roadblocks become transparent to what’s happening around you. Life clicks.

And then, like a stutter of breath while sobbing, things jolt back to normal. Nothing’s changed, except that your presence of being has been reaffirmed. You realize that things “are” for a reason. You don’t know what that reason is, but can feel the gravity of it’s presence. It’s a recentering or sorts.

Trying to grab on to some sort of visual is pointless. Perhaps there is a reason why these things are difficult to articulate. Maybe we’re not meant to pin down in words what this does for the soul.

The gentle breeze. The setting sun. A mixtape in the making while lounging on the porch swing. Life resets itself at the most odd times.

PS - I write horribly. Run tell aunt bertha.