Give me moments, not hours or days, just give me moments.

The following post (I removed some parts), was written by a friend of mine which blew me away for the simple fact that as we were discussing a topic over msn, he sent me a post he wrote on his blog on the very same subject. And as we both share the exact same opinion on the issue, as I read it, it felt like what he wrote was the very reflection of my thoughts on it...

"It's not uncommon to meet people who distance themselves to avoid heartache and pain, which I think is a damn shame, cos even though I've suffered a lot, my best moments in life have been product of my unwavering conviction to see things through, to not have that "what if" linger in my thoughts, eating away at my consciousness and my heart.

But what about the heartbreak of someone leaving, or of someone betraying you after you've opened yourself to them, you say? Well there's always going to be pain, but life isn't worth living if you don't take risks. And we fall so as to learn how to get back up again, and I can confidently affirm that every hearbreak is little less painful.

What do I mean with obstacles? Obstacles can come in many forms, from the inevitable departure of one the parties, to the skepticism and distance of a person once betrayed by his/her former love. Either way, people fail to act out of fear, fail to realize that life is not composed of time, but moments. A guy who's leaving in three months is no impediment to try to live those 3 months like they were your last, cos believe me, sometimes those 3 months can be your last, and some people are just not the same after letting that opportunity pass them by and piece of them dies with them. Don't let opportunities, along with your life, pass you by.

If I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd climb more trees
I'd not be so scared of falling

Don't think of time, think of moments... it's frightening how an uneventful year composed of a meaningless recollection of repetitively mundane actions can easily be compressed into a week's worth of memories. "

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another. So seek happiness while you can, as the supreme happiness of life is found in the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.

(Hemingway and Victor Hugo fused together)

Post taken from Alfon's blog: http://alfonspot.blogspot.com