The meaninglessness of a diluted life...

Which would you choose

One moment of pure life---
Or,
A lifetime of mundane?

When trapped in a world of order amid chaos,
When stuck in the barriers of time and propriety,
When manipulated into doing and accepting that which you did not choose,
By those that you love...
When caught in the grip of time and fate, and it is what it is...
When cornered by things and situations out of your control
When playing out a script not penned by you
When living the layout of the gods...

When butterfly effects can alter universal truths...
When the rest of living is mundane and bland... yet,
Unplanned encounters become your unfiltered truth
Pure.
Real.
Momentous.
When you search in vain for that which you seek
Blundering
Blind
And find it only in snippets here and there
In a piece of artwork in a gallery
In a conversation brief and sweet
Under a tree in a moment of respite
In the words read in a book
Or penned by someone
In a wanting
A needing
A craving
A desire that someone expressed
"I imagined you saying those words to me.... "

When you are caught up in someones presence
Though they be miles away
When captivated by their voice
Their words
Their smell
Imagined
And real

When that reality appears more real
Than reality itself

When you have experienced both extremes
When you are seasoned at recognizing
Both
Pure life
and
Life diluted

When you have faced the giddy highs
And devastating lows
That come from purity
And truth unfiltered
When you have survived the
Agony and the ecstasy
When you become willing
To pay the price
The hefty price
Of purity
Undiluted
When you have had a taste
Of that ultimate elixir
And find yourself
Incapable
Of ever enjoying
Mundane
Bland
Simple
Diluted
Meaningless
Life
When any price
Is a just price
For
PURE


Then!
And only then can you answer...

Which would you choose-
One moment of pure life
Or a lifetime of mundane?