Where is that moment now?
Where did everything go? Where are the happy times, the smiles, the laughter, the pain or misery? Those days — long gone, in a time that seems so long ago it’s hard to remember. Memories — more like an impression of how the past may have happened. Memories make me wonder how much of my life is flying by without me realizing it. I am aware of the present moment, and each passing moment yields new memories. But it’s hard to say that memories that you’ve made are those of actual events. The natural connection between moments in which you recognize as being real and the memories associated with them is not even considered by many. This connection is, by its nature, a pure inductive argument: “I am aware of the moment in which I live,” and “Memories are documentations of individual moments,” Therefore, “Memories are citations individual moments in which I’ve lived” We can feel, see, hear, and rationalize at this very moment – even while you look at the monitor you are reading. Hold a thou
