“You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kinda thinking it’s the other way around. You know, like the moment seizes us.”
That’s one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies, Boyhood. And, for me, a reminder of all that we’ve forgotten.
Somewhere along the way we forgot that the moments seize us. We tried to harness them and give them names. We called them Monday and March, Wednesday and August. We told the moments to fit into windows of sixty seconds and sixty minutes and not to spill over into the next frame of time.
We forgot to let ourselves be seized.
We were told to save the best china, to keep safe the silver, to wait for the special occasions that may, or may not, come.
We forgot how mighty the moment is, how special and unrepeatable. So utterly rare as to never be quite the same moment again.
We were told that delayed gratification was a delight to be savoured, that all good things come to those who wait.
Some people spend their whole lives waiting.
The moment is here. The time is now.