Thoughts on a tangent

 It's funny how life comes back to you in flashes. A gentle rustle of leaves, the soft sound of a piano, and suddenly I'm dancing in those lush green fields I once knew. The familiar touch of warmth glazes my cheeks in a golden glow. The dusty orange pollen stains the hem of my dress as the fabric flows and weaves through the maze of flowers, bobbing in the soft pull of the wind. A crackle of sharp laughter echoes in my mind. An arch forms over my mouth as my eyes flutter open. I'm transported back to the grey-ness of the present. Back to the crowded event hall full of people I don't know, all here for a reason I can't remember. Chandeliers, champagne glasses and dress codes. Is that what life becomes when you lose the people who gave you a meaning? A sense of direction. A purpose. I know someday when I grow older, and the wrinkles set around my eyes, I'll look back and appreciate the beauty of this moment and think, '...how colourful life must have been back then,' because from what I have seen, we never learn to enjoy a moment, but rather a memory. It's all just a gallery of pictures, smiling faces, and the millions of lost words in between them. But what we don't realise is that when we lose the ability to fall in love with the present, our lives lose all colour. It's a life of longing what we had and never fully appreciating what we have. And I for one am not interested in a life so aimless.