Ungodly Hours Train of Thought: "Moments to Memories"

This is the time of the night, just before we dissolve into our dreams, where we recap the days events, or better yet recap how much less we understand about the world, and how unfathomable the human mind is.

Today was a friend's birthday celebration, it was a delightful evening, filled with familiar faces, delicious food, and of course our beloved camera man friend firing shot after shot. Everyone enjoys the attention the camera lens gives, even if it is momentary. In those few seconds those in the picture frame feel like they are "superstars" - a prima-donna if you will... Everyone wants to take a picture with their "pretty side" (whatever happened to symmetry? It was meant to be God's design) and everyone wants to capture the ephemeral moment and make it eternal through 3x5's (thanks John Mayer for this euphemism) and then now we have a stored moment in a memory stick that would be fed into the computer, processed and magically appear on the screen. A few touch ups here and there and voila, we have the picture uploaded onto Facebook or emailed, printed, framed and forever stored as a memory.

A memory comes from a moment... Now isn't that something, may be it is just the sugar rush from the chocolate chip cookie I ate, or may be it is my insomnia talking, but isn't that simple and almost obsolete observation so fascinating... (it's 3:26 am btw)

But here is what I think (and are you ready this could get very convoluted); Moments are not created; they are transferred from one moment to another, much like energy. Reaching a single point in life can never be seen as a snap shot in time, otherwise we would be basking in a momentary eclipse of a full life that once occurred in a continuum of battles, some won and some lost. We would never understand words such as persistence, resilience and we wouldn’t know faith if we don’t step back and take a look at the grander picture. To reach a point where you have changed your life and have affected the lives of others is not a glorified moment, it is a journey of self-commitment. Those people that you meet as your going cross-life (instead of cross country) are the drivers of the moments, the dynamos. Some are forks stuck in the road, some are motivators, some drag you down and slow you, but ultimately moments are created, and transferred.

I wish there was a way for me to take a picture in my dreams, and see if I have a "pretty side" even on cloud 9....

Goodnight

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