Gravity

The bark of a dog; the crying of a baby; the sound of a man singing a lullaby. Not until we're in the complete desolation of silence that we can really hear those sounds and drink them bit by bit; drenching our souls in their chimes.

The bursting colors of leaves; the crisp coldness of mornings; the soothing grains of sand near the water. Not until we're there, where everything is just pitch blackness, can we spoil our taste buds with those richness of life.

Life. Not until we're about to die do we learn to realize how we love to live and how afraid we are when our time to depart has come.

Prayers. Not until we're in the deepest pit of despair are we willing to learn how to chant them.

Strength. Not until we're forced to be strong do we notice how much of those drops of elixir do we possess in us.

...And when all hope is lost, you suddenly surprise yourself by being able to survive and give yourself the birth of a second chance to embrace gravity and experience earth like never before.

We feel, we hear, we touch, we taste, we cry, we laugh, we speak, we breathe, we live.