There are moments
when life asks nothing from us.
No answers.
No proof.
No explanation
of where we have been
or where we are going.
Only a road,
a little sunlight,
a familiar song,
and a heart
that suddenly remembers
how to be light.
The world keeps moving.
Trees pass.
Shadows change.
Seasons turn quietly
without asking permission.
And somewhere between
what has ended
and what has not yet begun,
we find ourselves
inside a moment
we did not plan.
We sing
not because anyone is listening,
but because something within us
has become too alive
to remain silent.
The sun touches our face
as it has touched
countless faces before us
and will touch
countless more.
Yet for that instant,
it feels meant for us.
Perhaps happiness
has always been this simple:
to be where you are
without wishing to be elsewhere,
to let the past
stay behind you,
to let the future
wait a little longer,
and to feel
your own life
while you are living it.
Everything beautiful passes.
The light moves.
The song ends.
The road changes.
Even summer leaves.
But that is not
what makes a moment sad.
That is what makes it precious.
For one small piece of eternity,
you were not chasing life.
You were not remembering it.
You were not preparing for it.
You were simply there,
sunlight on your face,
music in your voice,
the road unfolding ahead,
and nothing missing.
For a moment,
Life was enough.
