i faintly remember the times where i'd go, "i'm so happy, i don't want this moment to end" and for that time being, i try to savour it all hoping that it would last for as long as i hold it to be. these moments make me feel at ease but at the same time, reminiscing about it gives me a sense of melancholy. it is a pain to realize that it will merely be a fleeting memory. and that's all it will ever be. i think the reason why, i document most of my life - whether it may be through pictures, videos, or in writing, is just so that i could reinstate the experience during that particular period of time. however, i know that whatever i do, i can't relive or replicate it the same way as before. i guess this is life's weird way of teaching us to cherish things and people that we love. the significance of being present in situations because at the blink of an eye, it's all over.
