There is an essence to be found that can fill a man with a such a deep feeling of satisfaction that is lost to most. It cannot be contained or kept or remembered completely for later use. It can only be achieved by living a life of grasping at every possible chance to live life richly. Every moment siezed to be had, to be experienced in the moment that is offered. And then when it is over, left only to be remembered in the page of a tale.
If one tries to lay hold, he will awake an old man, realizing he has lost his life trying to reinvent a moment that was never more than it was. Only a moment.
It is as if a person starts to climb a set of stairs only to stop mid-way, thinking that the step his foot took to get to "his step" is all that life is worth living for. He stops looking at the rest of the stairway and settles in the spot.
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1 / As the child lay still it let out two sniffles and quickly went quiet. Suddenly it was gripped with fear. The child knew that any noise it made would be heard and the parent woul
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700 words, 1 comment, November 14, 2006. In Abuse, Child abuse, Crime, Fiction, Murder, Other, Young adult
