I’m in the moment. Right here, right now. For years I’ve been confused about that statement because I felt that being in the moment could only lead to rash decisions and grave regrets. But as I’m laying here in my living room, I’m taking it all in. This is a moment I can be in, one that I can treasure and remember all on my own. It snowed today and there is an illuminating, unearthly glow winding through the trees and down the street. It makes me feel at peace. It makes me feel that the world is at a standstill. It makes me feel that this is the moment that none of life’s worries are existent. The quiet surroundings are only interrupted by the crackle of the dying fire in the fireplace— a pleasant interruption, a call back into my home. The smell is drifting through the warm room; it is a comfort smell to me. It’s one that brings back a multitude of memories from over the years. Christmases, camping trips, and other snow days all had that one smoky smell in common. So I continue to lay here, in the present, for once not thinking of the future, but only of pleasant memories of times passed. This will soon be a memory, but for now this is my moment. This moment deserves to be tasted.
I’ve given all of my oxygen to those who couldn’t breathe, while I don’t even have enough to support myself. Now I’m out of oxygen and all I can manage to inhale is the stale air that those same people carelessly leave behind because now they have more than enough to spare. Now those who approach me gasping for air are met with somber eyes, as this now frail corpse is unable to give them what they so desperately need to survive this unimaginable game. What’s a life worth living when you can’t take a simple breath? As the air continues to swirl around me and proceeds to disappear completely, memories invade my brain, replacing the oxygen that was once in their place. The memories flash in an unorganized form and quickly bring me back to the exact moments that stranger crossed over to friend with a simple exchange- their emptiness for my air. The memories are enough. My lungs will collapse and maybe then some of the humans bubbling over with...
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