Sometimes I lose myself in thoughts of the past. I try to remember things from my childhood, things that used to seem so clear are somehow now so difficult to remember. And it makes me sad. I look at life around me and am constantly reminded that come tomorrow, today will be a part of the past. I try to memorise every single little detail, to somehow hold onto it, to remember it forever. I think it is a huge reason why I have had such a great love affair with photography, it allows me to document life as it is, as time ticks on and changes it from present to past.
And then I wonder why I view the past with such a high and precious value. Why is it so important to me? Does it even matter? What’s done is done, and the beauty remains in the moments themselves – no matter how hard you try to hold onto them or relive them, they will never be as beautiful or as meaningful as they were in that very moment. It made me realise that instead of wasting time thinking of the past, or continuing to obsess over the fact that by tomorrow, today will be gone, I should enjoy every single moment the way that it is. In the present. There is nothing more beautiful, more precious, or more valuable than where we are right now in this very second. I intend on living my life more presently, soaking in every fragile detail of life as it happens, appreciating the past and future, but knowing that no point in time holds a greater value than today.