Time Lapse

Todays, Tomorrows, Yesterdays.
An epic amalgamation of all that is, was, and ever could be.
What is the value of a moment, when with the blink of an eye, it slips away.
Every moment that comes to be forgotten;
Does it even matter?
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, did it happen?
If an old fling becomes lost in the memories of those involved, does it even count?

Will the annals of history remember?
My fears, my heartbreaks, my joys;
Will they become part of some raging river of all human emotion,
Or will they erode away on the sands of time?
Does it even matter?
Is the value of a moment that it can be locked in the mind to be held forever?
Or is it its fickleness, its brief and fleeting nature, that makes it so important?

“I must not waste my time;” the mantra of man.
Man, who in his never-ending irony inevitably wastes so many new moments,
Trying to hold onto old ones.
We try to bottle them, capture them, lock them away forever in the hard drives of our minds.
And they become bastardized;
Lost, confused, a shadow of what they were.
Molded and remade by the flawed memory system into something new,
Something fictional we allow ourselves to believe in.

I know not where my moments go when I am done with them,
Whether they travel somewhere to be stored away or simply disintegrate into nothing.
But I know that all along my path, they formed the roadmap to the new moments of today,
And for that, there is no limit to their value.