On Fleeting Moments

When every moment of happiness if fleeting, what can we do to make it last forever? A photograph. A video. A postcard. A souvenir. We always want to preserve these instances, safeguarding them from the ravages of time and from the inconsistencies of memory. At times though, we get too caught up with the act of recording. We become too busy fearing that we'd forget. The present, in turn, becomes a mere substitute for the past we want to keep.

With the wind, your heart learns to fly
Yet swiftly as it brushed your face,
painting a smile
So too will the wind leave you
Solitary and still

You run after happiness
But the wind you can never catch
nor hold in your hands 

All you can do is stretch out your arms
on those fleeting moments
when the gust blows
and embrace the dying seconds
when your heart takes flight.

Live in those dying seconds, then let go. This does not diminish the value of the past. It gives way to a more hopeful future, which will be far greater.