It isn’t always about having to look forward to something, sometimes it is about never reliving the moment. Moments as memories make reminiscing utterly painful.
The issue about something feeling wonderful and almost wonderfully forever is that we forget that time is just as fast. Unforgivably fast unfortunately.
No matter what we do, we’ll probably never really make it count. Time projects its inhibitions on us, makes a moment nothing more than a relic of thought. The past makes everyday a rite of passage.
The smoke, vapors and spices, take them in. Don’t miss the colors, contours and contrasts either. Listen to the harmony, dissonance and voices. Everything is memory eventually, eventually forgotten. Compose, don’t merely write. Dance and run, don’t walk. Let regret find you unforgiving. We might get only so much, or lesser.
You only live and never relive.
Like Polaroids, memories too decay. Make it count. For good.
You wouldn’t want the euphoria to die out, would you?