A Moment A Day

The summer is here, and in some time the monsoon too, will be here, like they have come many many times before. That is what they do, they come and go, they pass by, while we are doing what we usually do, mind our business. In all these seasons, our time, our lives pass by, trickle out, like sand does from between our fingers, and by the time we notice, so much is already gone. But not completely gone are they, they leave back their imprint, they leave back a memory. Life basically is just that, a journey full of memories, some we cherish ourselves, some we leave back for the people around us to remember, when we are not around anymore.

Summer three years back, it was sunny out there, the sunlight trickling down the shiny green leaves of the trees, the cool breeze blew out, like a short breath, giving us a moment of relief, wild flowers grew on the grass, in some parts, a mirage shone far away on the street, and vanished as it was reached. The monsoon came, one day, the sky was laden with heavy dark clouds, a sudden gust of wind blew, it felt cooler, moist. The downpour heaved in, the petrichor arose, surrounding us, enchanting us in its aroma. We know all of this happened, happens every year, but that one moment is not there in our memory. It is lost, or rather overlapped by heaps of other "important" memories. We remember that one day when the client meeting didn't go as we wanted. We remember that one time, when we fought so bad with our parents. We remember that one time, when our partner hurt us, that we remember. We go through these memories like we flip through the pages of an old photo album.

Every passing day, every passing moment, these memories are being formed. Some vivid, some obscured, but they are all there in our minds for us to flip through later. And it is us, who decide, which ones will remain in the forefront, both for us, and for the others around us. Our every move, every bit of perseverance, all our decisions are somewhere based on how we want to be remembered. We don't last forever, but our deeds may. In this greed of an everlasting name, we are striving, and while we are striving, we are forgetting to save the little moments for us to feel, to remember, to enjoy. We give up our little moments, to make them better for somebody else, in the name of love. Then we sit counting, how much have we got in return, sometimes we gain, at others, there is a heavy loss. None of which would have occurred, if in the first pace, one had saved their own moments for themselves first. Not to confuse it for selfishness, it is self-love that we need to show.

Time changes, and everything changes along with it. The moments that we have spent on a particular person, or project, should never be felt as wasted moments later on. Not all projects are successful, not all people turn out to be worth the time spent on them, but we cannot foresee that always. However once things fail, there is no refund waiting for us. So the easiest way to save the moments from being wasted, is to enjoy them, to live each and every moment, to the fullest. These moments are well-deserved, they are our rewards for making them into what they are.

But then life is not a bed of roses. Tough times come, situations arise when things just don't go well no matter how much we try. We come across people who are not easy to be with. The decision is upon us. How much of it is worth fighting for. Our ambition-driven lives mostly coax us into trying a bit-harder, going on a bit longer, adjusting a bit more, showing us the mirage of the golden moments that can be achieved. What we forget most of the time is that, we are betting the time in hand, to reach that mirage. IF we manage to reach it, the reward is grand. However, if we cannot, all of it is wasted. How much we want to waste is all in our hands now.

One of the greatest life lesson that I had learned form Master Oogway is "Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is mystery; Today is a gift." Everyday, every moment is an empty page, which we can fill with all the colors that we want. A moment a day, we can create our own beautiful artwork to be cherished in our mind forever. The greed, the ambition, the others and their stories will always be there, our moments will not. They pass away like raindrops running down a glass window, rapid, one after the other. We can't hold them up, but we can definitely look through them, see the world in a different light, and cherish that view in the times to come.