I live in the now. It’s not a place, it’s a choice. I live in the present. I try to take a deep breath in each experience and live it fully. I do it out of respect for the one I am sharing it with and by this, I also respect myself. I give myself freely in a moment.
This is why I enjoy many of the things I am passionate about in my life. Music. I can lose myself in a song and let it take me to a different place. To the emotion it evokes all the way down to my soul. I feel the notes to the point that I sweat out the lyrics.
Photography. I try and capture the joy or sorrow of the moment or steal that space in time. I want to look at that photo and relive that moment a thousand times. I want to feel the spark in their eyes and read the meaning behind that smile.
But when I can do this through writing…it’s becomes surreal, consuming and even intoxicating. I write to remember what I was feeling in an exact moment of time. If I can capture it and find the words to translate the emotion, the mood, the way the air felt on my skin, I can give myself a rare gift of reliving those memories again and again, in a way only I can see, through my eyes. And every time I feel lost or distant from it, I can take a journey right back to that moment and live it one more time because I did live it so completely in the now. And my heart gets to jump right out of my chest one more time.
Until next time,
Christy
