My day is made up of moments: moments that stick like cement.
Moments cement themselves into memories: memories that
stick with me and follow me.Throughout my day, moments
pass by faster than people do. Moments are quick to come
and are quick to go. Moments define the time had, whether
good or bad. I’m trying to live in the moment, but I’m worried
about the last and the next one. Several moments have gone by,
and I didn’t even notice. Now, I’m wasting this moment by
thinking about the last few. Momentarily, I notice this day:
this moment causing movement. I wish to share these moments
with the people I love and cherish. I’ve come to love every moment –
even the ones I wish were gone. Moments pass by with a blink
of an eye. Moments become distant memories to some. Surprise.