passing moments

We are all on a journey. Writing our own novel. Traveling along our own path. We grow with each day as the days grow with us. I find that I am in constant battle with the capacity of my brain. I want to remember everything. Each moment. Each feeling. Each individual word that was spoken to me. Each instance of laughter. I want to remember it all. Take the moments that come and cherish them dearly.  We often grasp the tangible, and loose grip of the genuine emotions that pass with the day. Hold tightly not only to the tangible but to the emotions and passions that keep our journey alive. We are living our journey. Writing our novels. And traveling along our own path.