Moments are fleeting. They are memorable. They are relentlessly persistent on our minds. They are easy to forget. They are saddening. They are disheartening. They are enlightening. They are brilliant. They are wonderful. They are calm. They are chaotic. They are everywhere and nowhere at once. They are an illusion. They are there.
They are in the past. They are in the future.
They are in the present
Moments are undeniably truthful, vulnerable, and life-changing.
"How many moments in life can you point to and say, ‘That's when it all changed'?" - One Tree Hill
I can name two.
1. The URI field hockey team getting eliminated in April of 2008.
2. The moment I made the decision to move to New York City-and DID.
It's easy for a lot of people to look back and say everything happens for a reason. But I think these "everything happens for a reason" moments are a load of bull shit to be blunt. Moments happen---and these moments force us to make choices--choices for ourselves. The honest truth is that nothing has to to come from a bad moment--or a good moment. Our lives can be completely and devastatingly stale afterwards--or we can get up and fight like hell to create our own present from our own past, so that our own future is worth while.
WE make that choice to make something happen.
We make the choice to have