Have you ever had one of those days.
Not the bad kind, but the kind of day that takes everything you know.
Everything you see.
Everything you have and want.
It's a day that consumes your entire being.
Where everything is rushed, everyone needs something.
A day where your responsibilities are magnified into infinite.
The way you live seems to be pointless.
Where each one of your flaws jumps out at you from the shadows of conscience.
And your strengths combine themselves and account for nothing.
A day where you are truly defeated in all respects of the word.
Yet there is that instant. 
Your breath catches.
Time slows and you can only think one thought without be crushed.
I am alive.
It resonates with your surroundings. 
You see that one image where the scene around you constructs itself.
It rebuilds what you used to think about anything.
It recreates how you observe.
Beauty is too harsh a word.
Ugly is too far from it.
Its a whisper from fate.
A song from the Arch of Destiny.
I found it today.
It wasn't from some lofty place.
Monks don't travel there,
People don't let there minds wander there.
Yet I've become it all.
For merely an instant.
I remembered what I had lost.
I am alive.

How can I forget that?