What is the saddest moment in your life?
My sister asked me, my grief asked me, that goofed up smile and the eyes full of joy enticed me.
I responded in piles of metaphors -
That lil tear trailing down my eyes as I see the people around me achieving their dreams, when I see them in the bright light with nervous shudders of excitement and disbelief.
It was then when I realized that the saddest moment in our life is just a moment.
Moment. A very brief period of time.
That's it. It's just a moment. It's just a while before the clouds move and the sun shines. It's just a moment before the snow hits the rail and you slip holding your lover's hand laughing and snorting specks of snow in the derailed afternoon of July.
July and thirteen, fourteen, fifteen and every number had taught me that Sadness is a vague plague, its a strong essence of grief and insanity, its a light touch of cruelty and a sharp jabber of reality. Despite all my attempts at making it seem less realistic and ponderous I peeved to perceive that it's nothing but a moment, it's nothing but one atom, it's nothing but dust.
The saddest moment is a fleck of snow, a momentary crisp of a leaf, a long five minute, a small wave in the Pacific.
I asked my grief to answer and got a mite of snow instead, a tear filled eyeblink moments before bursting with laughter, a flash and a twinkle.
This one little moment is lightyears away from all the profusion of my lover's laughter, my sister's pranks, my mom's food, my dad's life lessons, my friend's achievements and in this hefty biosphere, where I live.