Polaroid...

It's one of those days, in which every thought that passes thru my mind feels poetic... special and yet it vanishes as fast at it came.

Maybe it's because this is my first really free weekend in almost a year (am a full fletched graduated engineer) , or maybe it because am reading a book written by Milan Kundera, and right now, the book its starting to touch some sensitive nerves... to make me think and realize that, well... life is like a Polaroid snapshot.

Life is constructed by this little moments… most of the insignificant moments that never actually make a difference. A few of those moments escalate into a story, into a part of our lives that is worth remembering.

But what is more important is that… every moment, everyone of those snapshots is full of possibilities, it’s a story waiting to be lived.

We make our choices and decide which moment will endure and which will die as it came… just as these thoughts of mine today.

… I started to organize my inbox.. some of the mails were 2 years old or more…and as I did that… this “Polaroid” thought hitted me.

All those mails… where those snapshots… and I remembered and it made me feel nostalgic for all those stories that I will never be able to tell, because they never happen. Because of all the possibilities that I left in the past…

… for all those maybes, and perhaps.

Now forgotten…