Life and Moments

Lets seriously consider moments that have made my day. It wasn't a bad day, in fact it was a really good day. But its the moments that made it great for me. Like the moments in which i sat with my best friend and did cheesy Russian accents and saying "In Soviet Russia" at the beginning of each sentence and creating really weird phrases from it. Or sitting together with another group of close friends and laughing at the absurdity of life and its inner workings. OH! And going to my AP English lit class expecting a very deep discussion on Post-Modernism and Existentialism and furthermore depressing the day and finding instead a half hour of playing Heads Up! 7 Up! and somehow being shown an example of Post-Modernism any way. There is also the moment today of looking across the table and seeing a guy i care for and just for maybe a few seconds locking onto his deep ocean blue eyes and feel perfectly alright. Moments. Life's made up of them, maybe that's all it really is a series of moments one flowing into the next in a continuous current moving right along the stream of time and space. Maybe just maybe if we all stop for a moment and experience a laugh, a smile, a kiss that it will make your day better. Maybe i have no idea what i am talking about and am just making up things to try and explain away a good day. Maybe by rationalizing it, it disappears and just becomes a day. Or maybe a day has no feeling good or bad until we label it and by labeling it, it changes and turns into lost moment. A waste of time. Like the tossing of a coin repeatedly to see when it will tails. Maybe I'm over thinking this whole thing. But one thing i am sure of is lifes continuity and frailty.