Perfect moment 2-
As seen by Santiago Peralta
Saturday at 11:18 am. As my mom, not mother, has stated in her perfect moment, there is no bad or good time to make a good or bad decision. She made hers at 3:22, I made mine at 11:18. Mine, however, was different, she stumbled upon her perfect moment, I picked mine. It was when I realized that not only perfect moments can happen anytime anywhere, but also by choice.
I stood next to the kitchen counter, the house being deserted by my parents, and my bro, not brother, out cold in his bed, and I just gazed outside. I thought to myself after looking around and reminiscing upon one of my favorite breakfasts: in about five minutes, its gonna happen to me. That perfect moment, I know it is. It started as soon as I thought about it. I took my Honey Bunches of Oats cereal and a banana. As I peeled half of the banana (one half for my stomach’s instant gratification purposes and the other for my cereal), I already felt relieved. And that’s when I began thinking about my mom’s perfect moment, and I began pondering upon if I should write about it and share it with people. Right after that thought cautiously entered my mind, it quickly evolved into an: is it my duty to share it with people? Is it my responsibility? It became a rather simple internal conflict that led to where I am right now.
Anyways, after topping off my cereal with what was left off the original banana, I proceeded, already with a smile on my face, to adding soy milk. All of this was my mom’s fault by the way as she was the one who essentially turned me off anything that is not at least partially healthy. As I finished my breakfast preparations for my perfect moment, I looked around one last time. A mild smile turned heavy, which in turn, shifted into a laughter of absolutely pure joy. As my eyes squinted more and more, they began to tear up a little bit. The first drop slowly came down my right cheek and as I wiped it with the backside of my right hand and looked at it, I realized that I had began to appreciate life. I had gone back to being a child pointlessly chasing after bubbles and having the time of my life doing it.
So as I took my first bite of crispy flakes and crunchy oat clusters, my memories splashed me with a surge of indomitable emotion. All positive. A smile with a side of laughter was unavoidable now. And as I looked outside repeatedly an intense aesthetic moment allowed the first part of one of my favorite quotes began to make sense: “all nature is but art, unknown to thee.” I was able to see the beauty behind the common. And it was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever experienced; life made sense, and I saw that it was meant to be beautiful and abundant. From that moment on, every chance I get, I allow myself to go into that trance. I allow my eyes to be opened by the natural beauty of the universe and to appreciate everything for what it is.
One of the things that I noticed about my perfect moment is that as we are socialized by work, the educational system and like things, we lose the essence of being human. We lose that love for the simplest things and we only seem to be satisfied by those things that we can’t achieve. And even if we achieve the unachievable, we do not give ourselves time to appreciate it, we just move along to the next goal. We seamlessly idle through time thinking that we reach our potential only when we rush through everything. When the truth is that when we rush through everything, something dies in us. Our passion dies; our happiness dies. And a mundane, all too ordinary life takes over… so how do we change this?
Make your moment. Create, don’t conform. Make your breakfast the ideal moment of your life. Reminisce and bathe in all the good memories in your life over a bowl of cereal or a tall caramel machiatto at the local Starbucks. Laugh to laugh and smile to smile. Do it privately and publicly without fear of being judged or criticized. Start living your dream today and become the change you wish to see.
Alexander Pope once said:
“All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right”
Allow yourself to be inspired, appreciated, loved, taught, swept off your feet, whatever you want to be… and you will be
As seen by Santiago Peralta
Saturday at 11:18 am. As my mom, not mother, has stated in her perfect moment, there is no bad or good time to make a good or bad decision. She made hers at 3:22, I made mine at 11:18. Mine, however, was different, she stumbled upon her perfect moment, I picked mine. It was when I realized that not only perfect moments can happen anytime anywhere, but also by choice.
I stood next to the kitchen counter, the house being deserted by my parents, and my bro, not brother, out cold in his bed, and I just gazed outside. I thought to myself after looking around and reminiscing upon one of my favorite breakfasts: in about five minutes, its gonna happen to me. That perfect moment, I know it is. It started as soon as I thought about it. I took my Honey Bunches of Oats cereal and a banana. As I peeled half of the banana (one half for my stomach’s instant gratification purposes and the other for my cereal), I already felt relieved. And that’s when I began thinking about my mom’s perfect moment, and I began pondering upon if I should write about it and share it with people. Right after that thought cautiously entered my mind, it quickly evolved into an: is it my duty to share it with people? Is it my responsibility? It became a rather simple internal conflict that led to where I am right now.
Anyways, after topping off my cereal with what was left off the original banana, I proceeded, already with a smile on my face, to adding soy milk. All of this was my mom’s fault by the way as she was the one who essentially turned me off anything that is not at least partially healthy. As I finished my breakfast preparations for my perfect moment, I looked around one last time. A mild smile turned heavy, which in turn, shifted into a laughter of absolutely pure joy. As my eyes squinted more and more, they began to tear up a little bit. The first drop slowly came down my right cheek and as I wiped it with the backside of my right hand and looked at it, I realized that I had began to appreciate life. I had gone back to being a child pointlessly chasing after bubbles and having the time of my life doing it.
So as I took my first bite of crispy flakes and crunchy oat clusters, my memories splashed me with a surge of indomitable emotion. All positive. A smile with a side of laughter was unavoidable now. And as I looked outside repeatedly an intense aesthetic moment allowed the first part of one of my favorite quotes began to make sense: “all nature is but art, unknown to thee.” I was able to see the beauty behind the common. And it was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever experienced; life made sense, and I saw that it was meant to be beautiful and abundant. From that moment on, every chance I get, I allow myself to go into that trance. I allow my eyes to be opened by the natural beauty of the universe and to appreciate everything for what it is.
One of the things that I noticed about my perfect moment is that as we are socialized by work, the educational system and like things, we lose the essence of being human. We lose that love for the simplest things and we only seem to be satisfied by those things that we can’t achieve. And even if we achieve the unachievable, we do not give ourselves time to appreciate it, we just move along to the next goal. We seamlessly idle through time thinking that we reach our potential only when we rush through everything. When the truth is that when we rush through everything, something dies in us. Our passion dies; our happiness dies. And a mundane, all too ordinary life takes over… so how do we change this?
Make your moment. Create, don’t conform. Make your breakfast the ideal moment of your life. Reminisce and bathe in all the good memories in your life over a bowl of cereal or a tall caramel machiatto at the local Starbucks. Laugh to laugh and smile to smile. Do it privately and publicly without fear of being judged or criticized. Start living your dream today and become the change you wish to see.
Alexander Pope once said:
“All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right”
Allow yourself to be inspired, appreciated, loved, taught, swept off your feet, whatever you want to be… and you will be
1 comment:
Santiago, i can't be any more proud. i felt speachless reading your perfect moment 2. seeing this part of you is just bigger that any words or comments. i can see myself and teachings in you, but not too much, you have created your person. i thank you for being so appreciative. as moms, and mothers, we give everything, all the time. and when something comes back in actions we rejoyce inside, when a thank you comes back with all the words, we get speachless. my heart and mind got drunk by your love.
we all "must be appreciative of our parents. call them know say thank you about something they did for you. multiply this gesture...and let everybody feel "a smiling heart". Laura
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