Is life all those little moments strung together by memories from the past thinking of other moments and seconds breathing outside our own skin thinking of times we wish would or could have happen; Or is life happening in those ever so significant moments that come so rarely we celebrate their arrivals.
I always believed that sometimes we forget who we really are, that we need to start listening to the silent spaces in our thoughts and enjoy the wells of peace that exist within them. But lately I've been second guessing these thoughts, my thoughts. What happens if these are the moments that keep life going, we are not forgetting who we are, we are changing. We are placing our old souls in the memories of the past and rolling over into a chapter. Beginning something new - are these those tiny moments that only exist when we turn around and look back and everything is different? Even who we are.
There would be nothing worse then turning around to see nothing different. To me, there would be nothing worse. Waking up to suddenly nothing happening. Waking up years later and still remaining the same. To still being the way you were, content or lonely. Although, there are worse things than being lonely - alone - but often it takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and theres nothing worse then too late.
Never let it be too late.