Not every moment in our history has the right to be elevated to the role of a memory. Sure, each moment has importance; sure, each moment has a certain emotion; but what really matters is the value of that moment. A moment is only a very brief period of time; it commands neither a platform for elevation, nor a reason for particular emphasis. Therefore, it is up to us, as to which moments we decide to promote to the high position of a memory, and which moments we can just leave as they are, periods of time.
Let us not let life pass us by without regard to the moments that deserve to become memories. Moments we take for granted, moments which are fleeting, which we can never have again. Lets write these memories down in our stories, to be retold again, to be rediscovered accidentally, to be triggered by the smell of the Red Door perfume your Grandmother wore, or the taste of the party animal biscuits you ate as a child. Don’t go through life without looking for those moments to treasure and savour, to roll around slowly on your tongue like the last piece of chocolate. After all, at the end of our lives it’s only the memories of a life treasured to the last bite that will matter, not the amount of money saved in our bank accounts or the number of tea cups you have in your china cupboard. Moments are fleeting, but memories last for as long as a lifetime.