Have you ever wished that growing up was optional? Have you ever experienced a moment in time, or several, that was as perfect a time as life could have ever given you, and you would love nothing more than to stop aging and live in that moment infinitely? I’ve been having so many of those lately, and at those times when I realize that no matter what I do, those moments will come to an end, I can’t help but feel a little melancholy sort of resignation, as if I’m already resigned to the fact that these moments will eventually become memories. I feel like I’m already nostalgic for them. One thought does comfort me, though. These moments will fade, there’s no denying that, but for every moment we lose, a million others are waiting to take its place. They may not be as good, but at least we know there’s a possibility that they might be. Perhaps life will throw another bone and allow another perfect moment in time. I might be a little too hopeful to believe that good times will always find their way to me, but hey, I can dream, right?*
Posted on Wednesday, 15 July 2009
