Perfect Snowflakes and the Beautiful Scent of Fear

I flashed
Back
Not to trauma
but to Truth.

I remember a story (I first heard from a quick fire)

"The war was on, and the bombing had started.
I looked out into the street, not because I heard the bombs falling
But something else. I heard music.
Looking through some of the dust and debris being raised into the air
I saw a man sitting in the street, playing a cello.
I ran to him, and asked in a voice raised high enough to be heard over the bombs:
"Why are you playing music while there are bombs falling!?"
He replied,
"Why are there bombs falling while I am playing music!?"

If some things are more important than the business of dying, they are more important still than many of the things I allow to distract and dissuade me from peace and happiness in my own right.

So, pledge now: Hide less. Listen more. Speak clearly, and live what you're living for.