Today is Good Friday. I am not an overly or outwardly religious person. But I have a sacred space within. I tend to visit it most on Good Friday - more so than Christmas or Easter. It is that moment of uncertainty right after losing something or someone so important or indefinite, that captures the essence of faith. That one minute when you feel like something is gone that you can't bear to imagine living without. It is alarmingly and scary. But then you bring it back to life inside you -- the memories, a deeper understanding, a realization that we are living a series of dying moments, but that every minute we live changes the world forever.
It is the subtle honesty that measure of our mortality, no matter how minuscule we appear before the infinite timescape that greets us, is recorded, is kept, an becomes everlasting.
Funny the way it is.
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