The perfect moment – the time when the sun shone just right and you’re sitting on an ideal spot. When you saw a plane landing and your perspective of the horizon is picturesque. When you heard a song which tells you exactly what to do. When the train’s door is about to close and you made eye contact with a cute guy amidst that crowd. When you’re down and a friend sent an inspirational text message that you would just probably brush-off when you’re feeling fine.
If only perfect moments can be preserved so that one can loan a good feeling just when they needed it. But then, does repetition make things ordinary – like when “I love you” just becomes an expression rather a definition. Or when a kiss is just given for hellos and goodbyes.
Maybe man is really condemned to chase the good – the good which varies for everyone. The good which could be a feeling, a person, a disposition or an object. That when man comes face-to-face with it, he wastes the moment and instead rushes to an absolute future – the thought of experiencing it again rather than cherishing the moment.
The perfect moment – elusive. Or it could be now; just wasted because of a future that might never come.
Subjective Realities Shared