It's interesting how quickly one can transcend reality by jumping back into a memory. A phrase, a song, the sound of the birds, the rain of the roof. Anything, everything - it can rip you straight from your world and into the past where a moment lies forever burned into your soul. It could be something one wouldn't remember until the smell of melted butter reminded them, or it could be a fond memory of a lover that occurs after that song plays on the radio.
Did we even know that the memory was stored in our infinite folders of personal data? How much do we even know about ourselves?
One cannot recreate the moment but is taken by surprise when they are whisked away to confront the moment as a bystander. The moment is fleeting, leaving us with either positive or negative emotions as a gift to add to our lives.
Yes, the moment was good- or bad- or rarely as tangible as these transcending moments create but the past IS the past and I cannot change such a fact.
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