Elevator

      Bitter sweet moments arrive without prior knowledge or warning. Moments so bittersweet teach us about ourselves, where we have been and where we are going. They are necessary in order to close the elevator doors, and await the beeps for the next floor. Not knowing which floor your going to arrive next to taxi in more people, or moments. Never knowing who you will be sharing limited air with, wondering how long your next delay may last, and always holding your breath for a safe arrival at the rooftop floor. The rooftop , that is where we all want to be. Looking over the edge of a skyscraper, all of the indescribable moments in your life shine as city lights. The climb to the top was challenging - but that view...is worth every moment that you were stuck in that elevator begging to bypass each level without a screeching hault. That view is your entire life. Everything you have ever worked for. Admiring that city beneath your fresh air is bitter sweet. A moment filled with so many hardships, and an overdose of pride. You did it and it is all worth it now. It's okay - I'll take the elevator.