Fixation on memory making*

As we obsess about making memories
We forget about living the moment

We see significantly important instants of our lives
Through lenses of smart phones and photo cams

We watch life passing by

We want to eternalize fragments of our mortal lives
We want to show them off, as a proof of their existence
As a proof of our existence

As we obsess about making memories
Our present becomes past

Moment after moment, years pass by
As we reflect back and remember
There is a sadness that grows inside
A sadness, not caused by a nostalgia to time that flew by
But to a time spent un-lived

Bangkok sky, December 2011