En este camino llamado vida, recordemos siempre que somos instantes, y que cada paso que damos es una oportunidad para tejer la historia de nuestra alma
I’m not sure if it was from an instagram reel or a piece of graffiti or song lyrics, but a few weeks ago it seemed like everywhere I would turn, I would see the hear or see someone express somos instantes. The phrase, if translated literally is ‘we are instants’, or moments. It’s different from living in the moment; it is something that we are.
And the phrase has been ringing in my head on repeat, like a song you can’t get out of your head. It challenged me to think that if we are moments, how many of the hours in my day are ones that are truly memorable in the grand scheme of things. I wonder in how many instantes my body is one place, and my mind is in several other places, distracted by ‘multitasking’ of spinning in circles and advancing nowhere. Do I even like the current instantes that make me who I am?
Every moment before us is finite, and indeed will finish, and it will finish in an instant. There will be a last day for everything – there was a last day where I went to school, there will be a last personal record for me to conquer, and some day, there I will have my final conversation with my parents before one of us leaves this life. In one instant my heart will break and in another be mended. In one moment I was working a dream job, suddenly found myself packing all my possessions into a sac seeking new adventures and chasing sunsets.
We are a collection of instants woven by the threads of time- but we are also authors, holding the pen. What we do in each moment is a choice; for a moment we are the people we love, the places we explore, the challenges we overcome – and the ones fail. And because we are in control of what we do in these instantes, I realized that my moments were filled with things that aren’t going to write the story I want to write in this life. Pondering on this phrase was the wind that I needed to escape the doldrums of monotony and embark on something more exciting. If we are mere instants, may mine be filled with love, acts of genius, craziness, intensity, bliss, strength, courage, adventure and bravery. May they be shared with people who also crave for these things.
If I want to change, and if you, too want to change, and if we are instants, moments, the solution quite simple:
What we do in our instantes is who we will become.
