When you think about moments, everything is fleeting. Every second of every
minute of every hour. The race and the rush and the choices and the
chances. The love that grazed your fingertips, possibilities that
brushed past you on your way out to work or play or save the world, a
happy ending you may have believed in with a faith beyond anything you
could have imagined you were capable of. We shove each other for space,
we lament the loss of time as we scatter it throughout the vast
landscape of our lives. When we count the broken pieces, we realize that
we will not be here forever, so we chase after these moments, seize
them and try to make them last and last and last. But maybe the best we
can do is to understand that nothing breaks unless broken.Carpe diem!!
