- Raging into the night....
- November 24th, 3:59
This video posted by a friend here elicited this response, I thought it deserved a wider audience, with a few additions. It's something I've been thinking about over the years, it's why I mostly stopped taking photographs, apart from very important events, or projects (ones not involving people, actually). I'm guessing this man is wrapping up a promo-spiel into some pseudo (or Fraud-o since I think Freud is almost complete bunkum) philosophy:
You can't extend the moment, and neither should you try.
Those films? Those pictures? Become shards of glass, millstones. And you live your life looking through a lens, a viewfinder, a frame, a window, a phone. I learned this the hard way recording everything, I was the cameraman, always clicking away. Those moments as you grow older become reminders of loss, change, time...not sure it's healthy to capture too many of those, like glow flies they'll die or become sad. But the brilliance of memory of a moment past and lost will never be a shade of it's former self. It will never fade to black and white. That's why I think it's important to have the uncaptured moment, cameras away, not thinking of anything except being in that particle of time.
Be careful raging into the night, because that could make you bitter. Words of an alcoholic. Loving into the night, that's a far better creed. And far harder to do than any disengaged Buddhist. Love without regard of loss, or fear of loss, but acceptance that it's part of the deal, not easy.
And let those moments go, because otherwise you become attached to something that is gone, or never will be. The nostalgia will weigh heavier and heavier. It's the curse of the 20th century, post-modernism, nostalgia, retro-futurism, ennui, even irony sometimes. The canker of loss, or even worse fear of loss - or even worse than that, fear of even engaging in something because you might lose it, is truly a real but strange problem of these times.
Just be in the moment, you'll always be fine.