The Value Of A Moment

Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory
Dr. Suess

I was going through my file of blog posts the other day, and it occurred to me that I tend to write a lot about memories.  My wife often accuses me of living in the past, and I am beginning to think she is right.  I seem to go there a lot.

I guess there is nothing wrong with that.  I mean, it’s not like eating too much pizza.  Another slice of life won’t hurt you, but you do walk away feeling full.  However, as Dr Suess says, the value of a moment is seldom realized in the moment.  It has to sit there and ripen, until a memory finally blooms.  That’s when you pick it and press it between the pages of y0ur mind.

I have a lot of memories.  It appears I have been collecting them for years, mostly without recollection.  Moments I thought I had discarded due to age in fact had just been pushed to the bottom of the pile.  It’s kind of like writing a book whose final chapter is yet to be written.  Each day, another moment gets added.  Another page completed.  And whenever I wish, I can take it off the shelf and, opening it at random, find something that was worth saving and reliving again. 

Of course, there are the painful ones too.  Why do I hold on to those moments?  I guess because they too have value.  More often then not, they come packaged with a lesson.  Something that was  impactful enough to have indelibly remained in my subconscious, to be accessed as needed.  And, having been softened by time, they too can become mellow.  The hurt I felt in the moment has been replaced by a gentler memory.

So, I will continue to surround myself with them, good and bad.  I will add them to the pile and from time to time, dust them off.  I will cherish them as I do life itself.  They are me, and I am them.  We are one.  And, when that final chapter is written, a long time from now,  I plan to take them with me.

Originally published September 2014

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to The Value Of A Moment

  1. It seems to me that when one is busy living, there’s not a lot of room for past memories, or even future plans. If you’re doing something, it kind of takes up your time, concentration and keeps you focused on the present. It’s only when we have time on our hands that we can think of the past or future. At least that’s the way it is for me. When I’m making art, writing, painting, etc., I’m totally in the moment, it can’t be any over way. Something can always trigger a memory, or I may be with someone from my past, but I try to be present as much as possible, before my present becomes a memory, because to me that’s living backward. I want things to be real, right now. Thank you for this interesting post. I’m happy your memories give you comfort and keep you happy. 🙂

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  2. splitspeak says:

    Very beautiful thoughts, Bob. Everybody needs a past.

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  3. elegantly composed thoughts

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