Fleeting

I was having dinner with my dad tonight, we were eating some mutton biryani that I got from school. When we had finished eating and was cleaning up, he said, "time sure does fly. Another dinner over and it seemed like we were just sitting here last night having our dinner."

It is irrefutable that time does not wait for anyone. It will continue to pass whether you want it to or not. When I was young, I saw this cartoon that showed a very magical perspective to time and memories. It showed that our memories of days and years gone by are captured in crystal balls and that it is stored in a huge library. When you want to remember something, you just take out that crystal ball and relive those memories.

I often wonder what really happens to the past. Does it really just vanish into thin air the instant a moment passes by? How can we assure ourselves that what we remember as happening really did happen and was not a dream that our mind has conjured up? Or does the past get stored in a divine flash drive and that nothing is ever deleted?

Sometimes, I have this unreal feeling of watching each second tick by. As if I am seeing how each event unfolds then watching those same events disappear as if some wisps of smoke were cleared and then having this feeling of emptiness knowing those moments are gone and I can never relive them again.

When I feel these, I feel a panic that swells in my heart knowing that our loved ones are really just on loan to us. That there will come that inevitable moment when they too will be just a memory. I don't know how to prepare myself for that nor do I believe we can really ever prepare for such.

I think, to make each moment count, so that when that moment expires, what we can do, is to release ourselves from our inhibitions and live each moment as if it is the most important moment in our lives. That way, the memory created in those moments are so strong and so powerful, that they will be etched forever in the heart and soul not only of yourself, but also of the people around you.