Reality is illusive, especially in a society that gives
so much importance to accessories, things, fame. What is real? What is truly
felt or just exaggerated, made up or imagined? Is that reality too? What are
the moments that touch the core, become imprinted in the being of a person
enough to define or change them, enough to alter even by a single degree the
course of their life. Or does the general direction not matter, just the
heartfelt moments. What is a life truly lived? A life marked by important
struggles, obstacles that if addressed and conquered make a person stronger,
wiser, bigger and better, or a life of ease and enjoyment where strength,
resolve, determination, commitment are never tested. Or is life as simple as
the warmth of a helping hand, a walk through a silent forest, a sip of water
after an eternity of thirst, the taste of chocolate, the feel of the sun on
skin, grains of sand falling through the fingers...
A
famous photographer once said that life is moments and
his job was to capture them on film, to immortalize them. From his
expression I could tell that he was sifting through the innumerable
memories in his mind; weddings, baptisms, funerals, birthday parties,
inaugurations. In his recollection I saw absolute happiness, like the
life he lived, his memories and pictures, are his most priced
possession. These moments; the laughs, the tears and even the mistakes
are more meaningful than anything as fleeting as fame and fortune.
