My first response was to question it. To ask myself if what had just happened, really happened.
It wasn’t like normal moments in life. It was something that made you ponder the before, after, and the present. One second earlier and this whole situation could have been changed in an instant. One second earlier and someone else could have been subtracted or added to this situation.
It was small, petite and it made me wonder how many times I could have been in this exact situation.
It dumfounded me in a way that I could never find the right phases or words to explain it. Some people see this as such a big event, one that can change the direction of your blood flow and rearrange your spine as the whiplashes pushes you forward.
Then there is me.
I saw it was adrenaline and something that happens and you move forward. Forward like the way the car pushed us forward. Forward like the way our car was moving. Forward like how I saw other people react to their old crashes. It happened, move forward.
It probably isn’t healthy the way I see it.
The way that I saw it was simple in the physical manner. One force pushed us and we excepted it. Our bodies naturally took to it and let us go to where they were supposed to go instead of staying stiff. I saw it as a complex manner in the way that it made me think of the before, after, and present.
One second earlier and I could have been a different person now. My body may never move the same and my mind may never be the same. It makes you think. It makes you think a lot.
One second earlier and I could have changed the emotions of the others around me even though I had already had from such a small accident. Instead of my phone ringing three times it could have not rang at all.
One second earlier and I wouldn’t have been reminded.
Reminded of all the different aspects in my life that could have changed. How the people around me are affected and how my ways of life could have been changed in an instance.
One second earlier could have changed it all.