It’s like time slows down and your life flashes before your
eyes.
All the things, big and little that brought you to where you
are right now in that moment goes by in little spurts: Past jobs, past
purchases, past decisions, the most recent of them being to spontaneously come
to the casino and blow your last two hundred dollars. Who cares about rent? Or getting
a plane ride back home? Why not let loose? Got to live in the moment right?
Live in the moment. The mantra for half the stupid crap you've
done, particularly the stuff that caused you to end up in the hospital with a broken
limb. The mantra that got you to ask out that one girl at that one bar at that one
time, along with four shots of tequila for an extra boost of confidence. God
help you if you actually remembered her name now. The mantra that reverberated through
your mind as you lost dollar after dollar, whether it be to drinks, craps, or
blackjack. You decide to spend your last bit on cheap beer and the slots, the
only thing you could afford after the beer.
You wondered, as the world went back to normal speed, the
past going back to being to the past, and the last red seven slid in to place,
black line running through it and its brothers, how many more times you’d utter
live in the moment, with a moment as bright and golden as this coming in to
focus, into reality, before it all became more moments to flash by.
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