“I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself to hold on to these moments as they pass.”
Adam Duritz, of the Counting Crows, used this line in his famous 1996 song “A Long December.” Lots of people reference “A Long December” and in particular the line “And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe / Maybe this year will be better than the last.” Although that is a great, meaningful line, it isn’t as influential as the line that inspired this post.
Moments come and go. Sometimes moments are planned, but more times than not the moments that become memories are the ones that aren’t planned. The random, drunken nights with your friends are sometimes your best memories. And then once they are gone, you cannot relive them. You can not take them back because those memories are so damn rare. You cannot duplicate them even if you tried because they are so natural and real. They are moments that cannot be filmed, or staged. Moments that become memories should be regarded as sacred. And when you are in a moment that will eventually become a memory… you know it. You can feel it. Maybe your heart is racing, or your smile cannot be tamed. It doesn’t matter how you know, but something inside of you is telling you to pay attention and try to remember that this is substantive and significant because you might never get a memory like this again. Because people move on, and time screws us all.