Hold on to This Moment

I often wondered why people live in just certain moments and feel dead in the very next. I wonder how we are capable of loving in a minute and detesting in the next. I wonder how minutes,how time,how the striking noise of the ticking clock mount up to these memories that are irreplaceable.
Don't we all have those nights when we struggle to do something and fail miserably at it, just because all we want to do and need to do is stare at the wall? Just think of those memories and let it come rushing back to us, realising that they were never too perfect, but at least, they were happy. Like your friend getting your name wrong on your birthday cake, like spell-errors or auto-correct mistakes in your chat boxes, like buying the best gift and finally gifting it in pieces because you took too much care but failed to notice when your hand was causing all the trouble, like driving around the city at 2 AM knowing that if you're caught,you're dead. These moments-these random,imperfect,dusty memories-are all that we live for,some times.

But time runs faster than you can think. When you're enjoying this moment right now, ten years down the line-nothing will remain the same between your friends and you and all you have is the memory. The memory that is bottled up in music,in smells,in notes,in smiles,in photographs,in gifts,in places. The people you've had your most adored moments with might not be someone you love too much. Honestly, you might hate them. But times with them are inevitably memorable and are etched in your hearts for eternity. Does that then count as love? Because honestly, they made the moment unforgettable and if wasn't for them, life wouldn't be what it is right now. And really, the best love is insane.
Time is the devil, we all ignore when we're living the moment-fully and completely. And once she's gone, you realise that time leaves behind too many scars that you left unnoticed just because you were so happy-too glad to feel anything but the wholeness of the moment, its infinity and its superiority.
And once you know that the person you were in that moment, isn't the person you are today, it won't kill you, it won't sadden you, it won't break you-it'll make you glad. Glad that you grew-for the better or for the worse-that you're no more that person. And so the memory will be stark because when you're not the same person as you were in the moment, you'll just hold on to the memory and build a world with all the tiny bits and never feel the same way you felt in that moment-making the memory all the more important because you'd love to remember how you felt-how happiness felt,how being loved felt.
That's the magic of little moments, they're complete,imperfect,beautiful,happy, and an infinity of their own and when we realise that life is just about these moments, we're living in every moment we think of these memories. We're whole just because these are definitions of us-nothing will ever complete you like your memories do-because they're pieces of you that you've left behind and will never find anywhere else except in that air-tight space where you've bottled up these memories for an eternity.