By Kyra Oakland

I don’t have regrets, but there are moments that call to me, moments that opened the corridor of my soul. They beckon me to return, to revisit the fragments where I etched memories into the frame of my being. These are the moments I remember forever, and the feelings associated with them still have the power to fill my gut.

Some moments I wish I could roll up and smoke, savoring them as long as I could. I’d hit them when life felt too harsh, saving the ashes as a remembrance of the high they gave me. Have you ever missed a moment before it’s passed? It feels like robbery. As if its being taken from you and you cant do a damn thing about it.

Living for the moment becomes essential, knowing it’ll be gone before I even realize it. Time is a thief, yet it’s also a reminder that the next memory will eventually come around. Some arrive faster than others, but they always do.

Regret often transports us back to a feeling, rather than a specific moment in which every detail can be recalled. We remember how we felt, that’s what endures. It’s sickening, really, how our bodies can return to those emotions as if it were yesterday. Our minds camouflage the triggers, letting them slip away like whispers in the wind.

The current moment cannot pass by unnoticed, its true worth only becomes evident only when fully embraced.

Simply yours, Ky