The feeling of a warm cup of coffee in your hands as you breathe in the brisk morning air. The sensation of the sun rays pulling out the loose beads of sweat as endorphins rush through you. The satisfaction of staring at someone you love, your brain smiling as their lips part to laugh.
Sometimes life is just like that.
A moment so rich, yet so mundane it finds a way of etching itself into your memory. Almost as if placed there by accident, by a force you can’t control.
Almost as if that moment is whispering something to you.
But what if it was? What if that moment had something to say? What if every tiny sensation was part of an endless symphony of synchronicities that our mortal minds will never comprehend?
Then the moment stops.
It all comes to a crash. Everything. The metal, the screeching breaks, and the sirens as the blood coats your arms and legs. You take your last breath, every little moment flashing before you in a sea of light before the darkness washes over you.
That’s how fast it can happen.
Just in a blink. You were there. And then you’re gone. The person you love most is holding you. And then they cease to exist.
Alive in your memories.
One of my favorite authors Matthew Mather died in a car crash just a few days ago. He has a family, children, and hundreds of thousands of readers who love him. I can still remember the sound of his voice as I chatted with him only a few months ago about his life as a technologist and author and where we thought the future of the publishing industry was headed.
I looked forward to working with him. Creating with him. To etching his soul into the little moments.
If you’d like to support Matthew and his family, do consider reading his books. My personal favorite is Cyberstorm.
This is a tragic reminder of just how fragile our lives and existences are. We are all held together by millions of interconnected systems performing hundreds of miracles in synchrony.
Sometimes you have to peek under the hood of life, just admiring its rusted, broken parts. It’s in those moments, that we are truly living.
When the grander story escapes our consciousness. When the little moment becomes all we know. Somewhere in that moment, Matthew is there smiling.
We all are.