Remember

I write to remember and I write to forget. Most of all, I write to remind myself to live each moment in the moment. To notice how fallen leaves smell spicy, like clove and cinnamon. They crunch under my feet like thin shells. Shells that once held the meaning of life. Shells that once contained mitochondria and chloroplasts necessary for life. It reminds me to look up at the sky. To see the paling blue as we lean away from the sun, tempting the colds of winter to come and find us. It reminds me to feel the cold blasts of air on my face as temperature changes create breezes and winds. It reminds me, like the scientist, to observe my surroundings. To question everything and then search for the answers. Writing keeps me from becoming shallow and dronish. It defines my being as a chronicler, helps me connect to the world around me through exploration. Determining my next step is merely one key away, one small tap and then another. Letters connect into words, spaces and symbols define sentences. Those sentences string together to form paragraphs, and those paragraphs bring meaning to the symbols that form it. Like the trees in the forest. A forest is nothing without the trees that create it. Each little tree fights for it's 15 minutes in the sun, as does each letter. Will I be picked today? Will I rise to the occasion, become one with my comrades and form a word? Will I bring meaning to this sentence? Am I out of place? Questions are sentences that lead to exploration. Exploration leads to understanding. Understanding leads to more questions, perpetuating the cycle.