It takes a special kind of awareness to recognize a special moment while it’s happening.
Not later, when you’re scrolling through old photos.
Not when you’re telling the story to someone else.
Not when it becomes a memory soaked in nostalgia.
But right there, in real time.
When the air feels different.
When you realize: “This is one of those moments I’ll remember.”
Most people miss it.
They’re distracted, rushing, or already thinking about what’s next.
And only when it’s gone do they realize what it was.
I’m trying to get better at this.
At pausing. At looking around.
At registering the good stuff while I’m still in it.
Because life is mostly ordinary.
So when something extraordinary happens (even quietly) I want to feel it fully, not just remember it fondly.