After years of being away from the ocean, several months ago I finally had the chance to smell the comforting scent of summer, feel the sand moving as I buried my feet under, and listen to the waves chasing and crashing to each other. It was soothing, yet it made me think of the small details we could've missed in a split second.
Blink, and it's gone.
And then I realized just how fragile, how impermanent our living moments are; how fast they would slip away from the palm of our hands, back to the empty void they once filled. It is the exact same reason why we resort to photographs in a desperate attempt to capture the moment and save it for the rest of eternity.
And so, we need to constantly remind ourselves of these fleeting moments that are often missing from our memories. We only remember the vivid parts, but it really is the details that build the whole imagery we hold onto so fondly.
I think it also explains why we're so afraid of losing someone dear. Years after they're gone, will you still be able to remember their voice? Will you remember how they laughed? Can you tell exactly what they looked like? Was the beauty mark on the left or the right side of their face?
Will you be able to stomach the fact that one day, you may no longer remember them that well?
My answer would be no.
Perhaps, over sharing is a good thing if it's only seen as a way to plant memories on more heads than yours, solely.
Moments don't last, memories unreliable, but you hardly forget a feeling. The bittersweet feeling of nostalgia when you find an old note from your high school era. You remember the minute details: the old journal you took the paper from, the old wooden desk on your childhood bedroom, that one t-shirt you wore over and over.
So, take a break and look around you. Notice what would otherwise go unnoticed. See what would otherwise go unseen. Hear what would otherwise go unheard. Paint it with your heart and feel it, for it is in the details you'll find eternity.
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