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Some moments

We seldom really experience some moments in their entirety until we are being pushed to be subjected to them and to face them head-on. These are the moments where we find ourselves struggling to escape but there are no exit signs in sight. Like not really knowing what a heavy rain means until we've experienced being caught in a heavy downpour in the middle of nowhere, with no nearby shelter and no cabs that would stop for us. And to feel extremely drenched to the point where our clothes stick to our skin. Or like not really knowing how much misery loves company, until we land ourselves in some stupid mess or problems which may require us to start all over again to clean them up. Or like not really knowing how long 5 minutes can be, until we were told at the very last minute, to do a presentation in front of so many people, unprepared. Or like not really knowing what fear is, until we are eye-to-eye with whatever it is that we are scared to death for.

We seldom really experience some moments in their entirety until they really do happen to us when we are so certain and convinced they would never happen to us, and when we have no other choice but to experience what these moments demand us to feel/to be/to do/to understand/to learn. Like not really knowing how strong we could be until being strong is the only choice that we have during our darkest times. Or like not really fully comprehending how fragile life can be until it is our loved ones who are close to dying. Or like not really knowing how resilient we could actually be with time, until we fall prey to failure. Or like not really understanding what a heartbreak is, until we give our whole heart to someone special despite knowing very well that it may be broken anytime, and having to watch how that happens right before our own eyes.

We seldom really experience some moments in their entirety until there are no other moments in the backdrop that could distract us from fully attending to these moments. Like not really realizing the joy of observing people, things, and places around us while commuting, until we free ourselves from playing with our phones or sleeping. Or like not really knowing what silence means until we free ourselves from the crowd and from any kinds of noises. Or like not really knowing what being alone means until we have nothing to fill that void or the emptiness with and having no one physically with us, but instead to feel happy, having ourselves present with ourselves. Or like not really knowing what solitude is until we feel the absence of the other. Or like not really realizing how achievable it is to find inner peace until we attempt to liberate ourselves from worries and troubles for a moment, and to look within ourselves and be at rest. Or like not realizing how bright the stars are shining until we stop letting those bright city lights glare at us and to start walking into the darkness.

There are moments which we have read about, or watched about, or known about, or heard about, or witnessed about. But these are moments we only know of, second-hand. We can never truly know the breadth and depth of a moment, until we ourselves, are the ones who experience it.
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