Maker

I remember these words as vividly as I remember the wrinkles on this mans face. I remember his warm hugs, flirtatious nature and deep respect for me, though I never fully knew why. He was always kind, always eager to listen, and always abrasively positive after a few shots of tequila.

I remember this day, I remember the clouds full of rain and the ever-growing emotional wound I carried. I remember climbing so many hills, I remember falling so many times and I remember carrying on, even if it meant I had to crawl on my knees, over-burdened with self-imposed guilt.

Life goes on and we carry these moments in time, they splinter and burrow into our soft human flesh only to find their way into our veins, roots sprouting among the banks of the fertile rivers that supply us with life. They provide us with a temporary foundation on which to build upon.

It’s the everyday people that bring us the life we’ve forgotten to look for. Sometimes they hand it to us gently like a neatly wrapped gift, and sometimes it’s thrown at us with unexpected force.

We have this day, we have this moment. Make it yours.

-A.e.