People have delicate skin, flowers have delicate pedals, but life remains more delicate than any of these.
Seconds pass on a daily basis, almost unnoticed. We go about our days in a rushed blur of check marks and appointments.
60 seconds.
Stop and count it out, one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three... how many times have you taken a breath? How many times did your heart beat?
60 seconds is all it takes to level a city in a natural disaster.
60 seconds is long enough for a heart to stop beating.
60 seconds is enough time to destroy a memory.
60 seconds is enough time to lose someone you love.
60 seconds is all it takes to change your life.
Less than a minute is all it takes to receive a phone call. The voice on the other end tells you that in less than 10 seconds there was a serious accident. Three seconds to process and realize that the damage of that moment is more substantial than the time that ticked by as a silent spectator. Then the seconds mock you as they hover, unpassing and heavy. You wait for the news...the results...the repercussions of less than 10 seconds. Minutes and hours are between each thought, each possibility, as suddenly you reach some limbo between conscious thought and emotional-irrational reactions. The worse that can happen is all that you pray will never exist.
Miracles happen in 60 seconds.
