Horton as a Moment

A moment should be a fleck. Or a speck perhaps. A little floating molecule of dust very similar to the home of some creatures known as Whos. I believe Horton found them? Well that is a slight digression, but my point remains that a moment should be a speck. SHOULD. What a funny word.

Because you see, a moment is not always a speck. In fact, many times it is much more in both size and weight. It can be more like Horton. A giant elephant that climbs on to your shoulders and sits there. You do not want to carry him around, after all he is merely one moment. Undoubtedly others have already forgotten about his existence, and yet there he is, sitting on your shoulders, making you hunched over. And the thing is you let him sit there. You carry him around because you are unwilling to stop thinking about him. Stop pondering that moment in which you acquired him, when something that should have been insignificant occured and suddenly became the most significant thing in existence. There is that word again, SHOULD.

So how do we take the extra weight away? Reduce it back its proper smallish size? Perspective is always an option. Compare your Horton to past happenings, and perhaps next to their size he will shrink. Compare him to the rest of your life, to the future, the bigger picture, and perhaps you'll be able to laugh him off.

If comparison doesn't work, I suggest a meeting with yourself. To meet up with myself, I usually take a walk, alone except for my music of course. Cannot be without music. On those walks I look at myself face to face, and have a little mental discussion (as in a discussion that occurs in my mind, not one that is mental in nature, though having a conversation with oneself probably does sound a bit nutty...it is necessary I promise). I go over the moment, outline all the reasons I am allowing it to crouch on my shoulders. Once I've done that, I toss the outline, allow it to blow away in the wind, and instead keep an outline of all the ways I can avoid a similar moment in the future. So then I have taken an elephant sized moment and not only reduced it into a speck, but learned something from it as well. It is a self-empowering feeling. When it works. And seeing as I am not perfect, it can't always work. Sometimes Horton climbs down for a while, and then hops back on. But either way, it is a start. And eventually, he will go away. He was only a moment after all.