I tried to figure this out but kept coming up short. The material items, the day to day, the future, none of it’s important. The only thing that matters are the moments. The naturally ephemeral moments that you wish would become eternal, but of course never will.
Like screaming through the woods on a two wheeled steed. Hitting that perfect harmony of body, mind, and machine. Coming together to keep you on the knifes edge, constantly on the brink of catastrophe. When you’re moving so fast there are no thoughts. Just a feel, a reaction, and muscle memory taking over.
Like the moment when she lays her head on your chest, and like the Titan Atlas, her entire world is trusted with you in that one instant. When you realize you’re providing another with comfort, warmth, and safety. A space where nothing else matters, and nothing else exists. The moments are what are important. A brief period of time where you’re doing the only thing you want to do.
Nothing is forever, but in the time between now and then, the moments matter