Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was quite the movie. There were a lot of noteworthy lines and moments in the movie that just grabbed your emotions, and for a fantasy, I was left thinking how real it felt. One of my favorite parts of the movie is when Benjamin (Brad Pitt) comes home after one of his excursions and briefly narrates what it feels like to come home. He describes it as being the same, the smells, the sounds, the people...and then you realize what is different...you are. I find that so real and true it hurts. It's like when you first come to the realization that you're growing up, you're moving on, and change is certain. Change in the form of place or people can be very exciting, but it's when your own mortality hits you that you start to question your life and your choices. Who wants to make the wrong choice in a life that while may be long for some is very short for others. Recently, I've been starting to fear moving on in my life, and the vital role that people I know have played thus far in my timeline. I fear years passing between seeing a friend I love, or coming home. Missing people is what keeps me up at night. And when dreams I dream are of people I haven't seen in far too long, I don't like waking up. It's hard to live each moment as if you'll never have it again, because if you did you'd stand still in it while life passes you by. It makes you wonder what heaven is like. Is it a second chance?