What glorious autumn weather we have had so far – a kiss of sunshine for all the rainy weekends and slow sputtering starts we had earlier. It’s never too late for a sunny day, and I step gratefully into the light to pocket some of its warmth for the winter to come. There’s my mind again, working overtime before it even clocks in, and for once I stop myself, willing the present moment to exist as it is, without thought or worry or concern for some future day.
I can’t wait to memorize this day
Oh, a picture could not contain the way it feels
You say, “Live in the present“
I’m already dreaming of how it begins
And trying to savor the moment
But I know the feeling will come to an end
So I crave, crave to do it again, all again
Crave, crave, to do it again, I
Just for a second it all felt simple
I’m already missing it
So I crave, crave to do it again, all again
There will be slower and rainier days to fret and worry ourselves, darker and more somber events to jolt us into focus – but for now, for today, I just want to exist in this moment – to put a flower in my mouth and point it upwards to the sky. Giving in to the beauty of the day.
I romanticize even the worst of times
When all it took to make me cry was being alive
Look up and see a reflection
Of someone who never gave way to the pain
What if I told ’em that now that I’m older
There isn’t a moment that I’d wanna change?
There used to be something shameful in giving in to feel-good mainstream moments, as if greater depth and meaning were to be found in pain and pathos – when really that doesn’t automatically translate to character – it just translates to strength, and one’s own reserve of it. No more, no less. The braver and perhaps more vulnerable thing to do is show off your joy, your unabashed love for a song, a painting, a sunny day… we let our guards down when we are at our happiest.
Now I crave, crave to do it again, all again
Crave, crave to do it again
Just for a second, it all felt simple
I’m already missing it
So I crave, crave to do it again, all again
And so I choose the joy, the fun, the laughter – I choose the surprise dalliance with summer, which we all thought had already departed, but here she comes again, pool-ready and sun-worthy. I choose to crave too, to proudly name my desire for more – to want, to want, to want – and indulge in the profoundly human need to merge the happiness of the past with the happiness of the future.
Any second, feel the present
Future and the past connecting
(Past connecting, past connecting)
