our days are fragments
of our lives
our minutes are fragments
of our hours
our moments are fragments
of who we are
our lives begin
the moment we’re born
our fragments make up our reality
but our reality is made of the unforeseen
so our lives begin
the moment we choose to live
there’s a balance to our fragments
like the way a creek will sway
there are times when we’re meant to learn
and times we’re meant to experience
one fragment will lead to the next
and then it will all make “sense”
if we were born to live
then there’s more than filling the years
there’s a rhythm to find and a flight to catch
there’s living and failing, rising and falling
a fragment needs another to connect
but a fragment trusts another to teach
-Grace
Author’s Note – if our little, tiny, everyday moments/fragments were speaking to us…which, they always are :).