I rarely look back.
I guess I’m so focused on what’s going on now and what I’m planning for the future that I don’t stop long to think about yesterday very often.
But every once in a while, when I’m looking through photos & videos I see something like this:
And I really miss the past.
It hits me that whether we keep what we have or we don’t, time still takes it away eventually. Things never stay the same.
I still have a little boy named Christian, but I don’t have that 2 year old little boy any more.
Friendships that were once so strong fade away and you loose touch. People grow up, move out and move on.
Life changes, relationships change, I change.
Thinking about that makes me a little sad. Makes me a little panicky, like I want to just freeze it all.
But the other day, for the first time, I thought of something that changed the way I see it.
I realized that once I’ve had something. Loved someone. Been somewhere.
I never really lose it.
Once I’ve had it I will always have it. in my heart. in my memories. in my photos.
I’ll always have my newborn Christian.
I’ll always remember how he smelt and how it felt to hold his tiny little body and to love something more than I ever thought I could.
Those moments are mine and nothing, not even time, can take them from me.
Instead of feeling pain for what I’ve had that I no longer have …
I’ll celebrate the memory. The experience. The way it touched my life.
I think it’s important to live in the moment. But I also think it’s important to remember the moments in the past that made you who you are.
To cherish them, look back on them and talk about them often. To enjoy them all, all over again.
Because you can. because they’re still yours. to keep.