Tuesday, May 15, 2012

In the Moment

That new Justin Bieber tattoo on your arm looks great in the moment. In the gas of that heady rush of spur-of-the-moment excitement where you and your friends decided to get inked together. Now that whole JB thing is just another fad that quickly bubbled up to the surface and is gone. Now what do you do with that blue-black stain on your arm?

This kind of impulsive and rash decision-making process happens all too often in our lives. We beat a path to the store to grab hold of that far too expensive thing that we convinced ourselves we had to have. We fly off the handle at someone thinking that we know best. We fall into bed with someone who gives us the slightest bit of attention. We abuse our bodies with drugs and food because of a bad day. We decide that we feel more than good enough to get behind the wheel of the car. In the moment.

But a moment is just that, a moment. A brief episode. A fleeting bit of time that comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Then we have the next days and weeks and, sometimes, months and years, to be faced with the clean-up of the aftermath and penetrating stains that we alone are responsible for.