Life is defined by moments.
Every waking hour of existence is made up of moments with/without people.
Some we remember,
Some we forget.
Some etched onto my minds like those scribbling on the wall.
Yet some linger in the transient existence.
Sometimes these moments are significant, no matter how subtle or petty they may be.
The simplest of all things, as they often are fall into the former.
A simple smile from a child,
An infant gripping tightly around your finger,
A favourite child come running to you
An awkward run-ins with The Crush.
A memory of something you did with a loved one.
These are the defining moments that mark us,
that we cherish
that we look to when defining our perception of life.
"It's either you define the moment, or the moment defines you," so says someone.
Yet another say,”Live for the Moment, Let it flow.”
Moments can be defined yes, but we can, at the very best, influence them, not control them entirely.
Life is short, but a lot can happen in a short span of time.
You can't hope to recall them all, but at the very least, you can recall the moments that made you do the way you are.
Significance is relative, what may have been a small comment on your part may have been an Earth-shattering revelation to others.
And moments are important as they can turn out to be a splash or a tsunami
For whatever moments that we encounter and remember, a degree of appreciation is needed.
After all, if you can't recall the significant moments you've had in life, or with others, then just what kind of life have you lived?
To all my buddies out there reading this,
No matter how distant we are(heart or miles), I am always here for you.
But do leave me alone to my devices as I need time and probably some more time off alone this week.
Today I saw this little girl whom I met earlier on at the Childrens party, she was being brought to school by her mum.
She was in her pigtails and carrying her red bag.
She called out to me”Kor-kor”
I was happy that she saw me.
I was happy to be remembered.
She outstretched her arms and said “Gong-xi! Gong-xi” to me
Her mum laughed and told me that she was expecting an ang bao from me. Guess materialism seeped in early for this one.
Not wanting to disappoint the young one, I took out a red packet from my wallet and put in 2 sweets for her.
She threw me her mega-gazillion watt smile again.
**S-I-G-H**
Life’s simple pleasures… made of little bits like this
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