Moments.

To live for the moment is a concept so courageous (perhaps even impetuous) it is fantasized by many. Authors, songwriters and motivators profusely promote it, not knowing that they are contributing to the gradual loss of the concept's real essence. To me, living for the moment is a choice--not an act of ignorance. The pragmatics will scoff, as always. It doesn't matter, because after all, it's their loss.

I'll hate to wake up one day and wonder "what if ...?", cursing myself for not being slightly more reckless in the past--because things could have turned out differently. Regrets don't come from things that we have done, they come from things we have not. "I regret..." is the saddest, yet most abused phrase in English. Think about it, the word 'regret' reflects helplessness, and ironically, hints of wish to change something in the past. Nobody, given the choice, wants to have regrets in this life.

Moments are terribly brief, and they might be over before you know it; moments are beautiful because they don't last, just like the fireworks. They are glittery and gorgeous, but you can't afford to look away because you know it might be over anytime. It will be over, as everybody knows, but the beauty will always be remembered.