You see life as the ultimate scrapbook don’t you?
A desperate chance to grasp at fleeting memories and organize them for presentation before the void.
As if the empty, dark, expanse of the universe will be impressed not only with your meager accomplishments but with how you so foolishly preserved them.
Sure, go ahead. Seize the day.
But understand that no matter how hard you try time will not be placed in a border or framed with ribbon.
Moments are truly elusive and you are a powerless subject of time.