A shared though

had no clue how to use life. In fact, it sat on my thoughts for more than 30 years before I even tried to figure it out...then one day, while lying on a hospital bed, a nurse put in my arms a...hard to understand (at first glance), breathing thing. ...was the quietest conversation I had with someone, dead silence...in that instant, I understood three things: one, there’s bits of love for everyone of us throughout the path of our lives. two, that day, on that bed, I gave myself the first bit of that love. and three, my life at that moment started to be recorded. nothing less and nothing more, than through the eyes of that "hard to understand (at first glance), breathing thing." I no longer struggle with 'almost forgetting what once was.' I've finally adjusted to the noise, and the constant interruptions of the present....the peaceful, grateful, content version of myself I longed to become...I'm a moment, a burst of energy destined to burn for a time, then I'm gone. I'm change. I'm tension between what I'm, what I appear, and what I purpose to be. Indeed, life is a buffet of experiences to be devoured....and we, visual storytellers in constant search of new adventures and bits of love. ―Efrat Cybulkiewicz
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