Real time

I am sometimes overcome by the ineffable joy that is almost sorrow.

Life passes so quickly it is easy to miss the beauty of each breath's moment, but it is here.

Here in the memories of all those I have loved.

Here in the beauty of all my memories.

Here.

Now.

As alive in my mind and heart as it was the instant it occurred.

I wish now that I had savored those instants as much in their happening as I do in their remembering.

But maybe it would have been unbearable to experience that much love in real time.

It's almost not possible now.