In this Moment

We are who we are in every moment. The moment we lie, we are liars. We tell truth, we are truth tellers. We make love, we are lovers. We teach, we are teachers. We say words to others we wish to tell ourselves or wish were told to us, words we just wish into existence so we say them, and the recipient is the bystander there to witness our moment of birthing life of ourselves into the atmosphere so that we may remind ourselves that YES, I have a voice, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions worth saying, worth hearing aloud into the open and free microphone of someone's ear.

We are in constant movement in and out of each moment. Every moment calculated, known or unknown to us. We are bringing someone closer, or pushing them away. We are giving up or giving in, or not at all giving a damn. We are thinking wheels speaking out of turn or staring beyond the company, trying not to think at all. We are judging, cursing, praising, critiquing, and comparing all that is there, all who is there, inside every moment. In every whole moment, we are whole. Whether we like our whole selves in every whole moment, well, that's saying our shit doesn't stink when it does. See there, I am trying to be funny. Did it work? No one is reading but me, I think I am comical. I achieved it, success. I said what I meant to say, as close to the truth of me in that moment. I can save regret for another whole moment.

This is why I do not believe in contradiction. We are paradox meanings because we mean everything every time we mean something, or don't mean anything at all. We are meaningful only because of that reason. Because we can be everything; not all at once, but we are something in one moment and something else in another and each is who we fully are, sometimes.

I guess what I mean is, it seems kind of enlightening to me to think of every moment as a whole infinity, seamlessly running into other moments with no end or beginning, but yet, separate and distinct. It is inexplicably beyond me to know and understand. I can only try to respect it for what it is - my life in pieces strung together by no one else but me - my words, thoughts, and actions. What I do, what I think, what I am is going to compose the moments of my life and how I live. Align with truth; I can only humbly, and wholly try anew, moment by moment by moment, all my breaths of one whole life.