If life were stop motion, what would I be? Would I choose to live at 1 frame a second? Or 2? Would there be a difference?

If life were stop motion, would I still be able to play the games I love or talk to the people I want? Will the things I used to own feel the same to the touch? Would I be able to sense the sun caressing my face, if the frames always froze?

If life were stop motion, would a slight drizzle or heavy downpour, feel any different? Would the howling winds echo in my ears, could I savour the scent of rain?

If life were stop motion, would the fluttering wings of a butterfly be less stunning? Would a dolphin’s leap still seem so graceful?

If life were stop motion, would everything around me lose its lustre? Would I regret my choices?

If life were stop motion, will I live voraciously? Or will I be disheartened.

If life weren’t stop motion, I know, I would never, take these things for granted.

 

(creative commons)

 

A short poem about sustainability, inspired by stop motion videography.