I’m starting to miss details,
beautiful ones that should be kept in boxes or buried underneath the ground in
a time capsule. I miss them because I no longer take the time to absorb them
in. I move from one beautiful detail to another.
Like this morning for example,
when the Police Officer returned my taxi driver’s license, instead of seeing
the standard Red, I see a photo collage of the driver’s daughter, from when she
was small up to the time when she graduated as a Nurse. He pockets it in as if
keeping her. It is so beautiful, I tell myself, I should pause. But I don’t.
Because I am off rushing to another meeting. I cannot even remember that
meeting now, what we talked about, what anecdotes we laughed on, which ones had
the awkward pauses, what conclusion we churned out. They are things I need to
retain but don’t. Because I wish were pausing on that vignette instead, when
the driver pockets his memories, to bring out when he needs it.
Please don’t be like this. Take a
breather. Pause when you need to. Pause.
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