i used to sit in the backseat of my family's station wagon with my head resting on the window, looking longingly as i internalized the lyrics to Aerosmith's "Don't wanna miss a thing." It was 1998, I was 8 years old, and this song struck me as some of the most profound lyricism and cinematic intensity i could imagine.
i resonated with it
i didn't want to miss any beautiful moment.
i wanted to see the world, notice the little things people missed, like the way the raindrops on windows look like entire universes in the right light.
i was always on high alert, like i had an innate knowing that the good moments are fleeting, but their memories can transform into sustenance during dry spells, if you can only remember hard enough,
be in the moment enough,
feel it hard enough.