Moments

We take for granted fleeting moments which rapidly become fleeting years

Years which fade away while we look back with regret

Caught in a memory of a moment of hurt, that moment takes root, grows into anger

Anger dampens the spirit, darkens the soul, leaving in its wake an emotional carcass

When that moment has trickled through the hourglass of time, bitterness lingers

A fleeting moment of melancholy, spirals rapidly into protracted moments of depression

Wasted moments, we allow only to pilfer our much deserved moments of joy

Be wary of the moments you allow to take root in the nursery of your mind, in the soil of your emotions

Even bad things grow