The moment. One second it's there then the next it's gone only to be replaced by another one. Something that many of us take for granted. Something that is often overlooked as we rush on to the next, and the one after that. The moment. Perhaps one of the most precious things we will ever have and yet we let it slip through our fingers.
I still remember that first kiss. So unexpected. Such a surprise. i still recall that nervousness I felt in the pit of my stomach, the smooth feel of her skin s I held her tight and the look in her eyes as she leaned in. In this moment everything else in the world ceased to exist, and all I could see was her. Then before I knew it the moment had passed, the world came rushing back and she was walking away. I stood there for a second taking in what had just happened. I committed that moment to memory as i stepped back into my apartment.
It was a moment that I will never forget. And yet as I look back over my few years on earth I wonder how many more of these moments I have forgotten. The ones that at the time didn't seem that exceptional, that life altering, and yet if I had taken the second to take it in and see it for what it was, perhaps I could have learned something from it.
I find myself wondering, these days, if perhaps I move too quickly. After all it seems as though it was yesterday that I was out on the playground and the only thing that mattered was getting to that coveted first square in four square, and suddenly I'm on my way to college. Even the past four years of high school have flowan by and I feel as though I have missed out. In the hustle and bustle of working my way through the maze and trials of high school, I set my sights on the destination and forgot about the journey. So I sit here with 42 days left in high school trying to slow things down and take them in. Trying to stop the inevitable doesn't work out well.