There’s this point in time where you just stop. Where the wind that’s rushing past you just keeps coming and it keeps moving and you just stand there. You just freeze. The air smells faintly of honeycomb. The grass beneath your feet is damp. Your hair is going everywhere. Your face starts to move and suddenly, you’re smiling. You’re laughing. You’re dancing. Suddenly, you can move again. Suddenly, every breath that you breathe is not just oxygen, is not just necessary, suddenly, every breath that you breathe, it’s like if you just needed one glass of water and this was it. Your heart is racing. It’s flying, it’s running, it’s chasing something. Something that you can’t see, but you know it’s there, and you’re just running. You’re running and you don’t know where to. And it hits you like an anvil on your chest. What am I running to? What am I running from? Suddenly, this weight it just gets heavier, its like you’re carrying the entire world with just your shoulders. Your tiny, tiny shoulders and you can’t bear it anymore and the world feels like its about to end and then — then it lifts. It lifts unexpectedly, unsurprisingly, and instantly, you expect someone, something, to come out of nowhere and just drop it on you all over again, but it doesn’t happen. The weight never drops. And so, you think about it, for a long while. You wonder and you ponder and you drive yourself crazy over it, until you get busy. Until you move on, and then instantly it’s like it never happened. It just disappears. It’s gone. You forget about it. You don’t even remember it happened. Then, you pass by a window sill of this little store in this little town. And you have no idea why, but there’s something pulling you, drawing you in, and you try to shake it off but you just can’t so you walk in, you glide in, and there it is. Sitting on display, as if it were a trophy, it’s your anvil. It’s the reason you couldn’t breathe. It’s the reason you were running. It’s everything you are, and everything you hoped to be. It’s something words cannot describe. Because this anvil that didn’t let you think, that didn’t let you sleep or eat or breathe… It was so much more than just an anvil. It was life and you just ran through it. You didn’t stop, you didn’t try, you just ignored it. You let life happen to you and you forgot to happen to life. I mean, think about this, you forgot to happen to life. So many of us do. So many of us forget to breathe the honeycomb, to smell the air, to breathe through the breathlessness. After you realize this, after the anvil hits you all over again, you feel something. Something that is like what you felt in the beginning, but so much better, and so different all at once. You don’t just feel the damp grass, you become it. You don’t just smell the honeycomb, you taste it. You don’t just stop you anymore, you stop everyone else too. But you don’t stop them in the normal way. You don’t stop them in the way that allows them to think. No, you stop them in the way where they just be. Where they just smile and laugh. Where they get to smirk and be breathless too. Where they get to see that the smell of honeycomb is just that sweet. You stop them in the way where they just happen to happen to life. You stop them in the way that everyone wishes to be stopped. Only then will it become obvious, life does not pass us by, time does not tick as fast as we believe it does, it is us that passes by life, it is us that ticks so relentlessly, it is us that forgets to help life live, instead of helping ourselves live life.