From this life to the next.

Sometimes days go by and I don’t even remember that life isn’t forever. That one day, we won’t be here. Eating dinner, talking about love, warm showers and hopeful kisses. Where do all these memories go, when we are gone? Can I bring them with me? I’ve made a life out of these memories; these moments have made me laugh, made me cry, made me feel warm and even alone. But they all mean something to me and I can’t bear the thought of letting them go.

I walked down the street in Copenhagen today, there was a lady standing in the middle of a roundabout feeding the birds with bread that she was picking out of a plastic bag. The birds gathered around the crumbs and some circled overhead. I had seen those birds yesterday and they made the sky, beautiful. I took a picture of them, creating patterns in the air, giving life to the grey beyond. It made me wonder how often this lady comes to feed the birds, her behaviour seemed quite habitual in nature and it made me love people.

It’s easy to forget about all the good little things that are happening everyday in the world. But if you take the time to look, they are everywhere. Those seemingly small moments, sometimes they mean everything. And maybe it makes me greedy, but I hope I get to remember those moments from this life to the next.

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