It's so easy to get caught in the moment especially when the tides of the time carries you in is fervor. The intense attention. The drowning shout of the crowd. In unison. You are swept clean off of your feet into the clouds of the feeling that you are rising like the rest of humanity. There's never a dull moment when you follow the crowd into oblivion. I hope not. Even a single whisper carries so much weight when a whole movement of humanity listens and truth in their ears ring out.
The rise and fall of man comes from their failure to grasp being carried into the eye of a storm. Always quiet when you're riding inside turbulence and sometimes you get lucky and never get pulled out of that eye and ride it till it's fury subsides. That's a rarity. Extreme luck or just goodly observation of the world around you. A one in a million shot at bring it right. We all felt it in the present or mostly from our past. That feeling we had survived something so perilous yet when we think about it, it's a blur.
A momentary lapse in good judgement just to survive where others around you falter, stumble or trip losing out or losing in. I'm often wondering, do i pull back and count my blessings out do i dive straight into the fire when it happens again. The vast savanna lit by an errant lightning strike engulfing everything in is path. You wait it out knowing me life comes from the fire and opportunity to grasp if you didn't stay to far away.
