Where the Magic Happens

Most of our lives are spent in the moments
Between the moments
The large swaths of time
Sandwiched between memories
I’m beginning to think maybe
That’s by design
What if the things that really matter
Happen in between
The things we think really matter?
Experienced meditators
Focus on the space between thoughts
When my grandfather passed away
And then my stepfatherI found myself remembering more
Beige moments
Humdrum lunches
On random Wednesdays
When nothing in particular happened
That’s what I miss the most
Any successes I’ve had
Stemmed from the steady application
Of pressure
Over time
On nondescript days
When no one was looking
Not that one day I signed the record deal
Or that time whenSomeone in a key position
Said they liked something I madeIt’s a hard point of view
To adapt to
We’re trained to chase lightning
News headlines only cover outcomes
Because process is boring
Monotonous
and
Beautiful
Our planet was created over millions of years
And my life is being created over time
Not in a series of isolated moments
But in a large, winding arcNature is slow
And chill
But not afraid to jump
From the darkness like
A horror movie villain
I still need a thrill from time to time
It keeps my attentionLike the news
But it’s generally not where the magic happens