Thoughts From My Insanity

One rarely knows the importance of a moment

Until it has passed

And we look on it with fondness and longing

To live that moment again.

To hear a voice, to feel a touch or gaze upon a face

We thought we had forever to gaze upon.

These become the memories we hold onto

For company in our darkest hours.

If only we knew in that instant

That it might be as fleeting as a breeze on a hot, humid day,

That time touches everyone time and time again

And takes times with it as it passes.

But if we knew the importance of every moment

And understood its fragility in our lives,

Would it not change the occasion itself

Thus, taking away its present meaning?

Still, could we live in the moment, love in the moment

And enjoy every moment

Not as if it’s the last, but as if it’s worthy

Of being remembered tomorrow?

Missing some moments at the moment.