Moonlit Clarity

I just had a moment remembering an old habit of mine when writing - I would have this conception of what I wanted to say but in the course of searching for the right place to write it somehow I would never actually write the words.

This all came about as I was pondering in the moonlight and a cool evening, a kind of perfect post sun chill where the outside temperature is definitely more comfortable than the in... the kind where you'd love to fall asleep with a beautiful woman in your arms in the great outdoors... wondering what my life was about.

I was actually thinking about how I won't ever change the world but that I've started to see what a fallacy it was that we were told we would and should. Or perhaps it depends what sort of changing the world we have in mind.

I have been blessed with amazing characters in the story of my life. Those people have made utterings that have etched their delicate marks on my thoughts. They have expanded this imperfect beings' view of his world.

It was a friend who said that one must enjoy the small moments in life... and the next time I sat in my favourite little coffee shop just gazing at that horizon beyond the tables and the glass I truly caught myself there and smiled.

It was a friend who told me that with every conversation - every action, every word every deed - that we in our own small way change the world.

I guess it reminded me that we are in possession of the choice and though we may not always have the strength we really do get elevate that we choose. Our notion of changing the world is an each own, can be small, tiny and differing.

People are the most important thing to me; my choice is to make those small things important and to continue to find the strength and courage to do so.

And it is for those inconsequential yet infinite little changes for which I hope to be a remembered memory who changed the world if even a little.