Time. Where is it's truth?

I am no true blogger. Heck, for the 4 hours a day I actually get to sleep (4? Really? Lucky me!), I don't have much time to do all the things my overactive heart desires, much less "blog". My journaling has turned into more of a quarterly sporadic scrapbook fest. Little "tokens" of memories that I place away so I can return to them when my soul yearns to travel to the past and pluck the memories from my mind like classification cards at the library or rolodex (like, who uses either one anymore, right?).

But the truth of the matter is that time is a thief! It steals from us every single heart beating moment leaving behind only a memory if you were fortunate enough to pay attention. It was just a moment ago that I was 16 years old counting down the days until my "life" began. It was just a few moments after that that I held my youngest daughter, attempting to treasure every moment I had with her knowing she would be my last. And yet here I am, several weeks from my last journal entry, with not much to show for it except a messy house and painfully dominant headache.

So, while Time is a thief and I am unable to stop him, how do make each moment last forever? For it is only in this moment that I live......