{"id":344,"date":"2010-08-04T06:36:16","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T11:36:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:27:03","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:27:03","slug":"solace","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-2000\/solace","title":{"rendered":"Solace"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 2000-02-03<br \/>\nRevised 2000-02-03<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<p>A moment exists between lives<br \/>\nBetween what we know, and what we refuse to see<br \/>\nYou might think of it as a mirror&#8230;<br \/>\nBut which is the reflection<br \/>\nAnd which is the truth?<\/p>\n<p>The moment may be felt in a typical way<br \/>\nIn the depth of despair,<br \/>\nOr at the height of passion.<br \/>\nWhen the woods are quiet and the breeze, cool,<br \/>\nOr in the harsh glare of lightning<br \/>\nBefore the terrible fury of thunder.<\/p>\n<p>The moment may come unexpectedly,<br \/>\nThe sudden tear in a lonely eye<br \/>\nOn a long drive home.<br \/>\nThe memory of a smile, or a kiss.<br \/>\nOr of discord&#8230;<br \/>\nA troubled night&#8217;s dreams brought to bear.<\/p>\n<p>Lucidity.<br \/>\nFantasy.<br \/>\nA simple question, unanswered&#8230;<br \/>\nUnanswerable.<\/p>\n<p>It is where the path truly splits,<br \/>\nOld hopes and fears meeting uncertainty.<br \/>\nA moment of regret mingled with faith,<br \/>\nBurning the mind and the heart,<br \/>\nFusing them together.<\/p>\n<p>Which path to take,<br \/>\nAs we stare into ourselves?<br \/>\nIs it better to change,<br \/>\nDiverge suddenly,<br \/>\nOr forge ahead?<br \/>\nTo quit? To grow?<br \/>\nTo forget? To trust?<\/p>\n<p>To wait and see?<\/p>\n<p>The moments are all we have&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It is in the mind&#8217;s purview<br \/>\nTo want to count them,<br \/>\nHowever endless they are,<br \/>\nAnd find solace in the work.<\/p>\n<p>The heart does not know Time,<br \/>\nIt is filled with past and possibility&#8230;<br \/>\nThe weight of memory,<br \/>\nThe strength of ignorance,<br \/>\nThe burden of hope.<\/p>\n<p>A moment passes,<br \/>\nAnd life continues<br \/>\nWith bluster and fanfare,<br \/>\nOr tempered resolve.<br \/>\nA change is wrought,<br \/>\nA chance is taken.<br \/>\nTo quit? To grow?<br \/>\nTo forget? To trust?<\/p>\n<p>To wait and see&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 2000-02-03 Revised 2000-02-03 A moment exists between lives Between what we know, and what we refuse to see You might think of it as a mirror&#8230; But which is the reflection And which is the truth? The moment may be felt in a typical way In the depth of despair, Or [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":286,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-344","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/344","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=344"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/344\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=344"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}