Modern life. Stress, pressure, demands, deadlines, schedules. Rushing to get ready, to reach your destination. To perform duties, fulfil commitments, keep people happy.
Everywhere, there is love.
The devoted old dog, always there. Trotting behind, waiting, hanging on your every move. Hoping beyond hope for a pat on the head, a kindly word, a treat or a walk before you leave for the day. He is a part of your life only for a short time, but you are his world.
The doting mother, the kindly aunt, the romantic partner, the adoring child. Thinking of you, watching with wonder. Interested in your life, caring about your health, welfare and feelings. Quietly loving you in your darkest moment when you think nobody cares.
Everywhere, there is hope.
Hope for the present. The volunteers, quietly going about their day. Helping, enabling, bringing joy, offering an escape, safety, security and happiness.
Hope for the future. The next generation caring more than the last. Learning about the environment, nature, their health and their fragile planet. Making grand decisions, knowing that they are responsible, that they can be the change.
Everywhere, there is beauty.
Carefully arranged homes, gardens, food and drink. Art, paintings, sculptures, stick drawings, finger paintings, perfectly wrapped gifts and delighted smiles.
Crashing waves, sunshine, rain, hills, mountains, grass, spring flowers and ancient trees. Sandy beaches, open countryside, city architecture. Rainbows, clouds, snowflakes and sunsets.
None of it matters.
The stress, pressure, demands, deadlines, schedules. They will still be there in a minute, an hour, a day.
But this moment will pass.
It will pass whether or not you rush through it, missing the love, the hope and the beauty. They will still be there. The devoted old dog, the beautiful view and the adoring child.
But you won’t remember. You will reach your destination, perform your duties, fulfil your commitments, keep people happy.
The moment will pass.
Never to be reclaimed.
There will be other moments, all just as beautiful. Each one passing in the blink of an eye.
Pat the dog. Listen to the child. Smile. Take a photograph, capture a memory, hold onto the moment. Enjoy it and treasure it.
Because now, it is gone.
The moment has passed. You meet your schedule, the day goes on, the world keeps turning.
There is love. There is hope. There is beauty.