There was a morning, back when I was in middle school. The bus was turning up the school’s little hill of a driveway, and I was lying back, tired, trying to squeeze just another minute or two of rest out of the morning before I had to face an entire day at school. It was a typical morning, similar to hundreds of others before it, and probably after it. A completely unexceptional, worthless moment of transition between the parts of the day that actually mattered.
And somehow, for some reason, I realized all of that in that moment.
I realized I was living through the most mundane, unremarkable moment in time. A moment that would soon be forgotten by everyone on the bus, including myself, because what reason was there to remember it? A moment so defined by its insignificance that, in just a few more days, or hours, or maybe even minutes, it would be like that moment never happened at all.
So I decided to remember it.
I didn’t want that moment to not matter. I didn’t want that moment to be as insignificant as it was destined to be. I didn’t want it to be forgotten and therefore die, losing every effect it ever had on anyone who lived through it.
I couldn’t rescue every moment in eternity from its inevitable oblivion, but I could rescue that moment, on that one day, on that one morning, on that utterly insignificant bus ride before school.
And so I remember it. I remember all the silly things that were going through my head as I made that vow of remembrance, which I’ve now shared here (without too much extra dramatization—I was a dramatic child, inside my own head).
I remember the feeling of defiance that went into the act, the feeling of struggle against an impossible enemy—eternity itself. The feeling of borrowed/mutual insignificance, because I too was just screaming against the void of Forever. Someday I would be forgotten too, and the world would move on as if I never existed.
But for now at least, for just one lifetime, I could remember—and therefore keep alive—that one insignificant moment.
Memories and memory-making are among my favorite subjects to think and philosophize about.
“Which songs, which moments, which days, which anomalies will define this time for me? Am I living one of these remembered times right now? If I look back up through the ceiling of the snowglobe and wave, will you see me?” – from my rarely used diary, 3/13/2023
(no I don’t remember that moment)
Yo, that line goes hard. I hope the rest of your rarely used diary is just as full of bangers
Thank you B) In response, I deliberately cherry-picked the most intriguing line in here: “Thinking of asking Goodwill to go from 5/wk to 4/wk. It’s…tolerable.” – 2/16/2023