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“.. at that time … everything was perfect.”frozen moment in time

 

As I wrote yesterday about the here & now I remembered a fantastic little tidbit a young person … someone who is just beginning a full life … wrote about cherishing a moment.

 

Everyone has a certain part in their lives where they truly wish they could just freeze time. Whether it was three years ago, today, or still to come. Whether it was just a moment, a whole day, or a whole summer. Everyone has a time in their life when they wish everything would just stop. The world would stop turning and people would stop changing because to them, at that time, everything was perfect.” – xanga blogger

 

So this is actually about looking back … and that one moment … the moment when everything was perfect.

Now. I am not a ‘looking backwards and dwelling’ type of guy.

Shit happens <some good … some bad> … you store it away … and move on.

But.

I tend to believe … just being normal human beings … that not only do we wish the good times could last forever <or at least longer than they seem to last> … we also wish we could somehow figure out how to replicate those moments.

Well.

You can’t.

Everything in life is temporary and most moments, good or bad, are typically unique within itself. .

What that means is if things are going good you should enjoy it for what it is.

And store it away.

Additionally.

When things go bad … don’t invest too much energy … because the odds are that it won’t last forever either.

 

I believe people tend to over think these moments rather than revel in them.

How do you know if you have done this?

Well.

The infamous question either said to oneself or asked by another is … “why?” … as in “why was that moment so special?”

And then we proceed to unravel the moment thread by thread to explain it.

 

Silly <and non productive>.

 

The answer is “it just was.”

 

These moments we want to freeze just … well … are.

They represent a unique set of characteristics that simply ‘is.’

 

Maddeningly intangible and vague to a world of people who want to dissect everything into minutiae to try and ‘understand’? You bet.

But the moments you freeze are just that … indefinably memorable.

 

… ‘at that time, everything was perfect.’

 

look back rememberNow.

Many people … with the intent and desire to replicate <or maybe ‘try and understand’> …pull apart the tapestry of the moment thread by thread.

That diminishes the moment.

Worse? At the end of all the reflection and endless analysis … you inevitably end up with a small pile of less than distinguished threads … not even close to resembling – by any stretch of the imagination – the magic of the moment … the entire tapestry as it were.

Regardless.

The point of this is we all have a time in our lives we wish we could just freeze.

A time when our life was in a “zone.”

I don’t call it perfect … I call it when everything in Life is aligned.

Not just the stars … everything.

As noted earlier … if I wanted to be more poetic … it’s a unique tapestry that existed only within that space of time.

 

Anyway.

Should we aspire to more of those times? Sure.

Should we recognize the fact that they are simply moments in life? Sure.

Should we know life isn’t always like that? Sure.

Should we freeze these moments? You bet.

 

We should freeze them and bring them out on occasion and maybe smile a little … maybe chuckle … maybe even cry. They were special moments … not to be replicated … but to be remembered on occasion.

This isn’t about dwelling.

This is about reminding yourself of something that contributed to the here & now.

Those frozen moments are meant to warm you from time to time.

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