Everything Is Transitory, What Was Yesterday May Not Be Today

I was here feeling a longing, those hurt to feel. Those longings that make us rethink life, rethink our attitudes, ponder whether we should really have gone this way or that. Those longings that drive us to return.

So I went looking for a distraction that wasn’t listening to a song that made my mood worse and I came across the words above, in a video that I decided to listen to… This enlightened person that is Monja Coen (I recommend that you listen to her), me he absorbed those words, in the best “it was what I needed to hear” style.

We really miss it. I’ve digressed about it again, saying that nostalgia is a sign of a well-lived moment. But my dear, wasn’t it that I had forgotten my own convictions?

We miss you… And maybe there are stages in our lives that should be that… Missing. Even if it’s one of those hurt to feel.

But it’s not to write sorry, about the nostalgia, that I went through here. In fact, the words of the nun made me realize that we often waste time feeling nostalgia, and we don’t value the moment. “We don’t appreciate it, we complain…”. And how we complain! And the moment doesn’t come back. Even if we can relive that good moment that left us missing, that specific moment doesn’t come back.

One day my mother made a dinner that I will never forget. It was a simple food, but because of the context, it had a special flavor. She was so happy with my gratitude for that meal that she has tried to repeat the dish several times, but it never tasted the same again, although it was very good every other time. That day, I had dinner with gusto, I enjoyed the moment.

Everything is transitory, what was yesterday may not be today.

And we miss you. And why not feel this longing without hurting your chest?

Why do we turn love into pain? Why do we put resentment in feelings that are so good, they left this nostalgia? Because otherwise, if the past moment was bad, we would feel angry. But if you miss it… Why not remember this, appreciating the lived moment?

“Nothing is repeated, everything happens only once”. Even if we can do it again, and again, and again… Each day will have been unique.

So then I allowed myself to miss… I relived those good, beautiful moments, I heard a voice echoing here in my mind making me reflect “can you see how good life is?”. I reviewed the sunset, reaffirmed certain certainties inside my chest and created damned uncertainties.

If each moment is unique, if everything in life only happens once and if it was good, to the point of missing each song, in the details of life, in the perfume, why not miss it? Why not live this longing?

Because if you missed him… It was good. Otherwise we would be angry. But if we miss it, why not miss it? And to know that life is as Monja Coen said, this transience. What was yesterday is no longer today.

But how nice to have lived this. How nice to be able to remember, and miss you.