Moments

We base our life on moments, pivot points of existence. Our minds let certain memories prevail to remind us of who we are. Some of us are able to capture those brief experiences and share them with vividness.  Driven to share our moments, we find the tools we can manipulate well enough to give them a pulse. We share our moments because we must, because they burn in our veins and plague our thoughts. The snap of a shutter that allows light to bathe the waiting film, the brush that releases its hue, a stone exposing a form, rhythm transforming the air, and language detailing the world with beauty—these are our mediums.

Searching for a voice that will echo far beyond our own existence, we long for a sense of immortality. Our life inevitably fades, so we expose our experiences, our moments.  We scream into the future so our life will be remembered. The medium we choose acts as a beacon so humanity will know we were here, that we mattered. We contort the physical to express the spiritual.

Architects transform the skyline. They move mountains to be remembered.  Scientists explore the unknown to make sense of who they are. Athletes shape their bodies to be remembered for their perfection.  All of us look for a moment that glistens divinely and hope to capture it. We hope to capture it in a unique way that connects all of humanity by setting us apart from it.

Mortality is a moment that we are chained to; however we shouldn’t mourn for our unavoidable demise. We should find our brushes, our hammer and chisels, to capture our unique view.

***Find the language of your immortality and proclaim it to the universe.***