A Life Not Lived

A memory about two people whose path I crossed, and made me think about how eternal is the small little moments of our childhood, we forget them, but they are still with us at every step.

I saw an old man carrying a baby on his shoulders, about two years old, who unconsciously sat there expecting nothing but love of his grandfather. They walked unworried and the child had a fixed look on it's face, it was a young boy. In the moment I was shocked by the beauty of them, how real they were. I thought, would he remember these moments? No, the adult doesn’t remember anything, but there they were, living. This made me think about the years that I haven’t lived, and the women that I haven’t kissed, and the walks that I didn’t take. Life ends just where it starts, when the memory slips and you think, “Well, this wasn’t enough, I want more”, but you were there, the women were also and the streets remained paved, or not, maybe they just died with you as the time went by, and in the beginning there were only fragments of a life not spent, but forgotten in the mirrored waters of this world.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

There are so many things I wish I had done but didn't. I wonder, however, how my life might have been changed by simply doing one of those little things. Would I be the person I am today if I had chosen to go another path rather than the one I took. I am happy in my life, but still I wonder...what if.
Thank you for this write, it was quite thought provoking.

[Abon Hassan]

Thought rushes to the mind. What if? But in the end validation comes from the never ending experience. We are alive, and there's nothing to the contrary, except death in life, which it doesn't occur until you allow it.

[John the Baptist]

The harsh truth is that when you do get more, you often get tired of it.

[Abon Hassan]

Sure, this might be true, but as I clarified, It's not about how much you got, because you did had it all. It's about enjoying oportunities, and becoming hole with what you turned into.