We think life is about the highs
and avoiding the lows,
but so much of life is
in between.
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It’s in the forgettable moments,
the seemingly mundane
and trivial times,
that’s so easily missed.
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It’s all the little moments
that don’t make up to much,
not the kind of events
that you write home about.
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It’s the washing of the cup,
or the walk to the other room,
or passing by the passer by,
or simply just another day.
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It may be the times you want over with.
The stage before the next stage.
It’s what happens when you are waiting
for something else to happen.
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Life is made up of these
in betweens.
Yet we do not live them,
do not care for them.
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We may even wish them away,
to replace them for something
more exciting, more desirable,
less dull and less bland.
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Yet the in betweens is every moment
of every day: in every breath,
every thought, every movement,
every stillness, every agitation.
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To miss them is to miss life.
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So open to the wonder
of the humble in betweens.
It is not loud or demanding.
Take rest in its gentleness.
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Tender to them with kindness.
Be alive and awake in them.
Then you can stop missing
what’s been here with you all along.
31 December 2022
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