"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." -Vladimir Nobokov
As writers, we are obsessed with plot. (Or at least I am) We tend to look at the big picture: how does this event affect that? What happens when someone tries to resolve a conflict and three more arise? Of course, real life doesn't move in a compactly plotted arc, and the effects of life changing events are often not realized until years after the fact. The truth is, life is just a string of moments stuck together in this thing we call time. Moments are like the atoms of life. And, if atoms are the building blocks of life (people, plants, and animals), then moments are the building blocks of lives.
So much can happen in a moment. And so little. Think how many moments you spend sleeping. Or eating. Or listening to music. Or laughing. The list goes on! What about those rare moments when you actually connect with a fellow human being. So much can pass between people in a few seconds of eye contact. Some of my favorite moments are the ones spent listening to music. Like this:
Did you like that? Yeah, me too. With the holidays approaching quickly and many memorable moments to come, take some time to calm down, stop the stress, and remember what life is really made of.
