Milomi's world

We are constantly making memories. We are living days to look back on, saying things that later become catchphrases, forming our personalities- without realizing any of it. In this bizarre way we move through life, only realizing what we built once we’ve moved on from that stage of life.

We talk about the good old days and reminisce, trying to recollect our laughing faces and piece together the wonderful times we’ve had. Every step of the way is yet another memory we overlooked, and we descend down this lane- losing ourselves in a scrapbook of old black and white photographs.

It’s probably tough to realize we are in our good old days and to live like we’re on the edge of existence. It’s easier to fill our phones and cameras with photographs, tirelessly documenting our live- writing in journals and newspapers, expressing ourselves. Maybe years later, we’ll talk about our good old days and flourish blurry photographs or ones where no one is posing properly.

We don’t know who we’ll be, looking back on these days- and we don’t even know who we’ll be tomorrow. We need to seize today before it’s over. We need to shake today by the shoulder and scream into her face, try to hold on and pull through the day before it’s over, so we can tell this story over again. Many years later.

Written by
Milomi.