A post about the events of my daily life.
The summer between my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college, I attended Camp Electric. For those of you who listen to Christian radio, you might recognize this as the camp that TobyMac puts on every year for teenage wanna-be-musicians. During this week of camp, I had the opportunity to learn from the renowned Tom Jackson, a live music producer who has worked with Jars of Clay, The Band Perry, Taylor Swift, and hundreds of other artists. One of the things he said has stayed with me all these years: “People do not remember songs. They remember moments.”
Over the last few years, I have realized that the same is true of life. People do not remember years, or months, or days, or even hours. They remember moments.
When I look back to my sophomore year of college, I couldn’t tell you my class schedule, or who I sat with at lunch, or what I did with my evenings. But I can describe to you in perfect detail what it felt like when Zach first held my hand that winter, or what was running through my mind when I watched a meteor shower with some of my best friends that fall. We remember moments. And more importantly, life happens in moments.
These past few weeks of my senior year have been no exception. When I think about everything I’ve done so far, I don’t think about my classes, or my meetings, or even my awesome new job. I think about the moment when my two favorite songs were played back-to-back at the CSF rave. I think about sitting outside with Janah on the porch swing, drinking our soy milk and talking about life. I think about spending hours at Orange Leaf with two people I just met at an Asbury soccer game. I think about running through Wilmore at night with my beautiful roommates. I think about how wonderful my devotions were last Sunday when I had the apartment to myself for three hours. I think about nights when I can’t fall asleep because I miss Zach so much.
We remember moments, because life is made of moments. And I’ve learned that the most meaningful ones aren’t planned, but rather surprise you with their unexpectedness. So maybe we should stop trying so hard to create the perfect moments, and instead just let them happen. To quote one of my favorite movies: “Instead of asking our young people, ‘What are your plans? What do you plan to do with your life?’, maybe we should tell them this: Plan… to be surprised.”