So, what happens to those moments and memories we never record? Or those epiphanic thoughts that come to us during half-sleep. Are they truly lost and forgotten? Or perhaps absorbed into the bloodstream to become part of our cellular memory or the firing flickers between synapses. Maybe those very things we never share on Facebook via words or photographs or encapsulate into haiku become who we really are—what we share everyday through our smiles, tears, touches. Maybe those moments we savor but do not save become our greatest legacy.
leaves no footprints
Terri L. French