Slowly moving along the path of life. Content in fallen and Godless fashion. A typical work day; a gathering of friends; a holiday or a vacation; a new endeavor. And suddenly it comes. A pang of discomfort that stops me in my tracks. Ignites my thoughts with the worst possible scenarios, continuing to play out in my mind. Maybe a notice of bereavement. Maybe an unavoidable casualty. Maybe a tragedy of sorts. And these, in turn, ignite my emotions, if only for a moment. Maybe a day. And all these arrogated joys and toys I own, rest still on an empty floor. Scattered about like remnants of a cataclysmic catastrophe. Like a tornado through a nursery. And I stop, humbled, knowing that these very possessions should not possess my heart. As my heart is intended to be possessed by something far more.
-j.jin 2010.
