Just For A Moment...

The funny thing about moments is that they are truly just that; mere instants in time.

The unfunny thing about moments is that they are truly just that; mere instants in time.


I'm at a point where I want to somehow collect these moments in something other than my not-so-great memory. I want to hold each one like a marble, turn it over in my hand, and appreciate the way the light catches such an experience.

I think most people don't recognize the important moments until they think back on them later. In a recent experience, however, I realized the moment that I was in. I tried so hard to burn images and senses and feelings into my memory, in hopes that I would be able to reflect back on it later like Dumbledore's pensieve. But it wasn't, and is still not, the same. I mostly remember trying to remember.

The moment is the experience. Memories are just the ashes of yesterday's moments.

I tend to console myself with positive expectations of future moments.
“There will be others.....” “This isn't the last time....” “Time heals all....”

But every moment is unique. There will never be another exactly the same as a past one.

I guess the goal is to appreciate what you have while you have it, and slow down enough to recognize the good times while you're in them.