I’m still thinking about the movie “Cash Back”. It’s the kind of film that remains with you (apparently) long after you press “stop” on the DVD player, take the disk out and return it from whence it came.
He pauses time. For whatever his purpose is- to ponder or admire, reflect or observe… everything remains frozen until he’s ready to resume.
Most times I wish I could fast forward my days like most- but then I was thinking of pausing time.
There are so many moments I wish I could have paused and taken a picture of. Smiling eyes. Stolen glances. Laughter that I caused a random moment that caused ME to laugh in hysterics. Looking across the room at an elderly couple looking so lovingly at each other… Capturing in time moments in which I let toxicities go.
Pondering, reflecting, admiring a look. Admiring an event in the midst of it unfolding.
Taking that moment and soaking every piece of it in. Absorbing it to the fullest. Breathing in that memory and allowing it to sweep over the unpleasantness that preceded it.
Stopping time and basking in the moment until you can clear your head, appreciate EVERYTHING, do whatever it takes in order to join the fast paced world that awaits you when you crack your knuckles to continue on with life.
I sit here in a moment that’s moving forward. Everything is at a standstill anyway… but if I walked around, what would I notice that I’ve over looked from being buried by the mundane areas of the daily grind?
What would I notice if I walked up to a random person and took a good hard look at them? If I softly kissed someone who seemed to be having a terrible day, would they feel it? Would my encouraging thoughts or secret actions lift their spirits?
If I paused myself in the middle of a misunderstanding or fight… could I take all the time in the world to carefully map out my actions and still find it all falling apart?
I think I’d pause a moment just to observe, not to mend.
