Maybe This Year Will be Better Than The Last...

I'm going to copy a little from Lauren's post because it triggered some feelings that I've been having as well.
I took this line from "Long December" and have used it in many different ways. I had a friend that was killed from drinking and driving in High School and I put this in a card to his parents, I've also used it in just letter's to friends or in passing of aquaintances.

I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
~ Counting Crows

It's so simple, but so hard at times. We always think we're always going to have these "moments", that they'll never leave us. We (or I) don't think about the little things as they're happening. They don't even have to be these amazing moments, they could just be getting a starbucks with a friend or meeting up with a family member at a bar, or watching the stars while laying on the roof. I know I appreciate all these actions, but do I really "take it all in"? I don't know, I would like to think I do, but I just don't know.
Even with my job, I know I won't be here at this place for ever, but am I really soaking up every detail of the good times? I know I'm not, because I just alway assume there will be a next one and so I don't really think about it.

What does it take to actually think about holding on to these "moments"? What do we do with these moments in time? Webster defines a moment as: a point of time. That's all it is, is a point of time. We can't really save time or make it longer, it's just there. We need to be aware of these moments and cherish them. We should never take our time here for granted. Even little simple activities are here for us and we should appreciate them.

So when a breeze hits your face, or a friend wants a coffee, or a friend needs a ride...any little thing. Stop and breathe it in and be happy to do it because it may not always be there.

A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood

It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should
~Counting Crows