Acceptance

A month ago someone asked me how I would describe myself in three words. My answer was: In this moment one is enough, "acceptance".

As well as it is enough in this moment too.

How can I become one word?
I am so much more than that! Ten thousand words could not describe.
All the words I pronounce in my life.
And always I decide which word I am to say in the next moment.
Acceptance. What do I accept?
Life and Death.

Also, that I only have this one moment to write a word, and all the weight is on my shoulders to make it... while I have no idea on what objective would one be better than the other.
And I still do it. Or I keep silent. But silence talks too.
Everything is communication.
I accept. That despite the everything I say, still no one truly gets me. Not even me myself.

Then how could I accept this, how to accept myself and all that I don't know about it, all that I don't even understand?
By being brave and believing. Knowing, that I am still someone and I will be someone in the next minute too. I have time to see, understand and accept.

And if not, then it doesn't matter.
However, the next minute, if there is, is upon me.
But only if I believed this. If I believed, that I am somebody. That I am a doer.
Then I only need to learn myself in the moment, and every moment is teaching of myself.

When I get to know myself at the moment, I get to know the whole world. The world surrounds me completely, and all my parts are in it. So if I see myself, I see the world too, if I feel myself, I feel the world too.

But who needs the whole world? I only need one soul. One other person. Looking in his eyes I can know that I exist. I can know, that I am somebody. Because I only believe when I see. And I never see myself.

Only when my face is reflected in the other's retina.