Momentum
Life is full of moments. Some are beautiful, some sad, some are so magical they stay with you forever. I have been privileged enough to witness several of the truly Magical Moments, and two of them have stuck with me more than any other.
The first was the change in my brother, the moment he held his new baby daughter in his hands. She was so tiny and fragile, and in that Moment I could see the simple, pure knowledge in his eyes, that he would always care for her, protect her and love her above anything.
The second brought me to the point of tears at the time, and still does every time I remember it.
My sisters wedding day was beautiful. It was windy and as stressful as a wedding day is expected to be. Of course it was fun, but one thing after another, from breakfast to hair and make-up, to getting dressed, battling for shower time, competitiveness over the bride’s attentions, the limousine arriving early, the pearls being left at the house where the men were making their own preparations – everything was a whirlwind of speed and colour.
When the time finally came to make the trek up the aisle, I was the first to go. I remember trying to time my steps just right, and then, halfway to the front, I decided I was walking fine, and looked up. I looked directly into the face of Tony, my soon to be brother-in law. He looked so incredibly handsome and calm, and focussed, first on my progress towards him, then on Meg’s, and finally on Tess, being escorted up the aisle by Mum.
If I had, for a split second, been looking in the wrong direction, I would have missed it. That Moment, that flash in his eyes. When he saw Tess walking towards him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and in that Moment everything was perfect and right.
Lifetimes are lived on the memory of a single Moment, civilizations are changed for the promise of one. Music, art and literature are inspired by the mere thought of that singular instant, the idea that something so simple can make the struggle worthwhile.
I believe that we live for those Moments. We work, we make mistakes and we question the point of everything. Then a Moment happens to us and for an instant nothing is wrong, nothing needs explanation or justification, everything is where it should be. It is these Moments that keep us going; seeing them in others, the hope of them happening to ourselves, the memories of the ones we knew.
Sometimes the Moments stop. These are the times which are the hardest because living on past memories can only keep us happy for so long. It is all too easy (as I well know) to bury ourselves in work, books, games, things that give us pleasure, to hide in the familiar rather than watch for the Moments that we are afraid may never come.
That, my friends, is a waste. So to coin a phrase, My advice is to.....
Live for the Moment ;)
disclaimer: do not take my appalling lack of a life as any kind of example, go find a Moment, geez! :P
The first was the change in my brother, the moment he held his new baby daughter in his hands. She was so tiny and fragile, and in that Moment I could see the simple, pure knowledge in his eyes, that he would always care for her, protect her and love her above anything.The second brought me to the point of tears at the time, and still does every time I remember it.
My sisters wedding day was beautiful. It was windy and as stressful as a wedding day is expected to be. Of course it was fun, but one thing after another, from breakfast to hair and make-up, to getting dressed, battling for shower time, competitiveness over the bride’s attentions, the limousine arriving early, the pearls being left at the house where the men were making their own preparations – everything was a whirlwind of speed and colour.
When the time finally came to make the trek up the aisle, I was the first to go. I remember trying to time my steps just right, and then, halfway to the front, I decided I was walking fine, and looked up. I looked directly into the face of Tony, my soon to be brother-in law. He looked so incredibly handsome and calm, and focussed, first on my progress towards him, then on Meg’s, and finally on Tess, being escorted up the aisle by Mum.
If I had, for a split second, been looking in the wrong direction, I would have missed it. That Moment, that flash in his eyes. When he saw Tess walking towards him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and in that Moment everything was perfect and right.
Lifetimes are lived on the memory of a single Moment, civilizations are changed for the promise of one. Music, art and literature are inspired by the mere thought of that singular instant, the idea that something so simple can make the struggle worthwhile.
I believe that we live for those Moments. We work, we make mistakes and we question the point of everything. Then a Moment happens to us and for an instant nothing is wrong, nothing needs explanation or justification, everything is where it should be. It is these Moments that keep us going; seeing them in others, the hope of them happening to ourselves, the memories of the ones we knew.
Sometimes the Moments stop. These are the times which are the hardest because living on past memories can only keep us happy for so long. It is all too easy (as I well know) to bury ourselves in work, books, games, things that give us pleasure, to hide in the familiar rather than watch for the Moments that we are afraid may never come.
That, my friends, is a waste. So to coin a phrase, My advice is to.....
Live for the Moment ;)
disclaimer: do not take my appalling lack of a life as any kind of example, go find a Moment, geez! :P
posted by Jen at 12:57 AM
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