Moments

Moments

When you are scared or lost, think of the moments that haven't found you yet. Think of the people you will go on to meet if you can keep your steady breaths billowing and your heartbeats ticking punctually. There are whole beginnings and endings you are yet to have. There are eyes in this world that might still get to dance because of something you do.

Think of the man riding the train with his worries weighing on his shoulders like bad news and tax returns. He plays cribbage and will meet you by the buffet at someone else's party. Your hands will brush against each other as you reach for that final French fancy. You will both jump and apologise and start the polite business of breaking the ice, like two small robins on a frozen lake pecking carefully at the surface.

Think of the librarian busy scanning the pile of dubious erotic fiction for the furtive college student, bored with the afternoon and hungry for the macaroni cheese being guarded by her oven at home. She has been sighing over the accountant who never called, and wondering where her glasses have vanished to. You will stand beside her at the bus stop one day, laden with shopping and she will be willing to help you. At some point, on your journey of seven stops, when she throws back her head and laughs like she has never heard a joke so good before, you will realise she is meant to be your friend.

Consider the soul mate. Perhaps he or she or they are doing the crossword right now. 27 down, 6 letters, a word for destiny or fate. They do ordinary things. They plug in the kettle, they pick the mail up from the mat, they untangle the Christmas lights every year with the same mixture of impatience and anticipation as you do. They are something else though. They're the arc of the comet and the hair standing up on the back of your neck. They are your invitation to goosebumps and they keep kisses waiting for you, somewhere, like jewels nestled in a safe.

You're going to make sentences like origami swans and bead necklaces and strange puzzle boxes and you're going to find people who understand you, as well as those who don't. You are going to laugh until you cry and hold the hands of people whose names you have yet to carry in your mouth, with the tender protectiveness of a mother leopard carrying her young.

When you feel alone, think of the ones you already know, or have known, who understand you. Who look at the world and see enough of the same beauty to reach you, even if they are many, many miles away. Imagine them doing quiet things. Living things. Like resting their head against their pillow to dream, or drawing diagrams on graph paper, or counting change as the shopkeeper gives it to them, or walking the dog in the rain, or waiting like you for something better to happen. Something out of the ordinary enough to dazzle you with its glory.

Love Socks

Love Socks

In the Old Desk

In the Old Desk