Flawed

/ Monday, June 6, 2011 /


Have you ever been in one of those times when you just want to hold your breath for as long as you can just to keep the now intact? It was as if you do not want the present to fly out of the window and say hello to tomorrow.


Have you ever felt that sudden urge to write, take a photo or shoot a video of what's happening right exactly on the spot? Yet writing about it in tens of pages or taking hundreds of photos are simply not enough.

Moments are almost always short and bittersweet. They pump life into one's existence. With the spontaneity of a moment, one ceases to exist and starts to live. When lumped together, they become memories. But in between the lumps and huddles, a memory may be corrupted, exaggerated, and tampered to one's liking and favor. And those moments become a fabricated story, a work of fiction, and a figment of one's imagination.

A photograph fails to capture a tiny but important detail. A verb may be used instead of an adjective and the entire sentence changes its meaning. A short video may be unconsiously taken at an angle that do not truly capture its essence. Who finds out about the missing detail, the misplaced verb and the wrong angle? No one. The photo is still a photo and the sentence still stands as a sentence.

Perhaps, a moment is a moment in itself. It breathes and thrives on its own. It is us, humans, who give it meaning. And as flawed as we are, a seamless moment becomes a flawed memory, too.

A pat on the back. Aimless walks. A secret carelessly shared. An undeleted SMS. Conversations with an orthopedic at the airport. Countless Facebook pokes. A shared umbrella under a summer drizzle. Humming a tune you made up in your head. Scribbling odd shapes in your notebook while absentmindedly thinking of Dapitan. The smell of old books. A stranger's smile. A stolen glance. Solitude.

They were once called moments but are now collectively known as memories. Whether flawed or not, they make the journey, pursuit or even chase worth it.

1 comments:

{ kendi } on: June 6, 2011 at 11:26 PM said...

"Have you ever felt that sudden urge to write, take a photo or shoot a video of what's happening right exactly on the spot? Yet writing about it in tens of pages or taking hundreds of photos are simply not enough."

sadly, many times, many times.

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