As we live and time goes by, we feel satisfied with these bright little moments life is giving us, that tasteful brunch the other day, the free wine at that business dinner, the goosebumps listening that new song or the nice guy doing the yard.
We have learned that pain is certain, but suffering is optional. We think we are mature enough to know how to appreciate these moments, we have learned that they aren't endless, but that if we look close enough, more will come... Right? Or is it something different? Could it be that the idea of those moments disappearing is so frightening that it becomes inconceivable in our minds?
It is stupid to think that we can run out of things to be happy about... But then why do we act like it?
I remember the last dinners I had with my whole family, and how I wanted to preserve a pristine memory of how my mom liked the chicken tikka masala, and my reaction of the taste of curry in a dessert. When we split across different continents, I was happy to have those memories, or at least, that's what I thought.
While satisfied, anxiety was growing in my head. I realized that as detailed as they can be, as happy as they were, I'm not getting them back. I'm not there, nor they are here. Those moments are gone, and their memories are just as useful as the new moments I can create with them. But then, when I started sharing those moments and created new laughs and experiences, I realize that what made my memories special is that they are extremely exclusive, that they will never be back. It felt like if somehow, the best already happened.
Anxiety, waiting to taste again those sweet little moments of life. So impatiently, that I was missing the point. The only reason why we have good memories, its because we create them. We are the experiences we crave, the very reason we smile its because we place ourselves in that situation. You decided to go for brunch, to give a try to that new song, to say Hi! to the guy doing the yard.
Keep creating tiny pieces of it, that's how happiness is built. The experiences will be different, and it will never be the same, but so are you. Because at the end... Why not?
The thing is, we don't have time.
