Time seems to have a funny way of tracing memories on our skin. A scar. A freckle. A way of smiling. A way of being that was learnt long ago, but not remembered until something entirely unrelated brings it up. I have always had a funny relationship with time. I felt is slipping away from me every since I was a young child, even though I was lucky enough to be raised to believe that time would never run out.


I have a yearning to always remember every moment. To burn into memory every sound, whisper, and feeling I encounter. I long to remember the taste of sweet fruit, the warmth of sun on my skin, the sound of my loved ones voices. However strong I try to hold onto them, however, some memories escape us.


When I was a child, I never wanted to grow up. Now I find as an adult, I have the same fear. I want to stay in the moment. To not let it escape from my grasp. To hold onto it. Yet, time never fails to move on, and I find myself so enamored with the future, that I forget to love the present.


I must learn to be present in the moment again, as I was when I was a child.


What about you? Do you find yourself living fully in the present? Do you long for better days? Or do you simply worry so much about the future, that it seems harder and harder to focus on the present?


They call it the present for a reason. It is a gift. A gift that needs to be cherished and polished. We must all try to work at living for the present, and letting the future take care of itself by what we're doing at this moment in time to perfect it.


So I for one, am about to go out and embrace this beautiful day, and this wonderful life.


-megan