“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr.
“Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Originally posted on Facebook–February, 2010
Time is a frustrating element of life. It just keeps going. Our lives are essentially a cumulative span of personally experienced moments. Some possess photograph clarity. We can review others in our minds like a favorite episode of Seinfeld. And yet, there are some moments that possess us, and hold us captive. They never let us walk away.
There is something in those moments that perpetually call to us, which is why we don’t walk away. Many times, it’s like being one piece away from completing a puzzle with a beautiful backdrop—only to find that the last piece is missing. We leave that puzzle sitting there on the table, hoping to find that orphaned piece. We want finality. We seek closure. At which point, the puzzle can be broken up and stored away.
The problem is that while we may not walk away, time continues to distance itself from that “unfinished moment.” We begin to carry elements of that moment onward, contaminating each moment moving forward through time’s constant march. And while time’s march is never off-beat, those “unfinished moments” can trip us up. They linger like morning breath unaddressed by toothpaste and mouthwash.
How do we keep from having such moments?
We don’t. There is a mischievous, bitter, and deceptive entity within our world’s webbing. Our world is a fishnet that has been entangled in seaweed. Functionally sound, but complicated by elements not originally part of its function. Most of these moments seemingly occur within our closest relationships with family, friends, and romantic interests. We are connected, but the seaweed gets entangled between us. We fail to understand how we function together, because we get caught up with the seaweed; associating it with other pieces of the net.
Being but a small strand of this net, dragged through murky waters, I look forward to the day when our Fisherman pulls us out of the waters and clears us from the entangling seaweed…