Moments

The value of things are often not what they seem. What is thought at first look to be simple, can be something of rare complexity. With a eye's glance we rush off into our day, nodding and smiling, shaking hands. Once passed it is indeed placed in the past. Faces and names, these are just obstacles, hindering and slowing me down. Moments! How many do you have? And me? Rushing, eager to be on my way, why? What have I missed, while running forward? Treasures? Tragedies? Moments? Why is it we are in such a hurry to get further away from each other? All the things I have, earned and otherwise, what purpose do they serve? Today I think I will take my time. Gaze at the sky, remember your name....