Just because
You lived
In the moment,
Doesn't mean you captured it.
Just because
You captured
The moment
Doesn't mean you lived in it.
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Tittu
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Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: July 16th, 2025 07:26
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Sometimes it can be difficult to be in the moment .. and those experiences can sometimes feel distant from us .. can be nice to have photos to look back on (
Indeed, it sure can! I have many that I have taken over the year and I am so glad i did. Thank you so much, my friend. I appreciate your time and support. 📸🧠⏳🙏
I feel that this really relates to me today, I really appreciate it very much. 🌹
Yay! Synchronicity! You are most welcome, dearest Teddy. I am glad that it worked out to be relatable and relevant to you today. 📸🧠⏳🙏 Thank you so much, my friend. Truly appreciated!
Good title for this poem Tristan. So true it is we often have one or the other and like a margarita without the mix or without the tequila it is not a margarita.
So true indeed. Thank you so much, my dear friend. I am glad the title and the poem worked. Much appreciated! 📸🧠⏳🙏
Most welcome
Rather, the inherent conundrum of social media, specifically, Instagram. Shall I document this exquisite moment via the camera, or shall I rather live it to the fullest? Dang! You've captured it via words and I am framed, am I? This beauty in brevity was my argument for why I neither bother nor will go along with the trend of photographing your dinner plate and posting it on social media, or no, I'm caught...I did, but despised myself for it. Argh. You've got me. Or? Beautifully rendered in brevity with a tasteful touch of imagery and an almost painfully haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
LOL! I confess, I am guilty as charged there, too. But like you, it annoys me and so I haven't done it in A LONG TIME. LOL! Thank you so much, Missy. Glad it delivered! Much appreciated 📸🧠⏳🙏
Interesting commentary on the digital age we live in and the philosophical inquiries into thee nature of “being”. You captured this well and with concise brevity. sincerely Elizabeth
Wow! Thank you so much, Elizabeth. I am glad that the poem, in its brevity, delivered. Thank you for your time and your analysis. Much appreciated! 📸🧠⏳🙏
My pleasure, this was a very clever and layered piece of work and implies much room for philosophical pondering, the title is excellent. Well done again. I look forward to reading more of your work. Sincerely, Elizabeth
Thank you, my friend!
Well said, your poem aims to provoke thought about the quality of experiences in modern life, encouraging readers to seek a balance between living fully and documenting their lives. It serves as a reminder to appreciate the present moment rather than fixate solely on capturing it for later reflection.
💯 Totally. Thank you, so much, my friend for your understanding and astute analysis. Much appreciated! 📸🧠⏳🙏
What a sagacious verse, petite yet dynamic, composed in a most winsome manifestation. To be of the moment, is one of my philosophies in life, the other is: how to be of the moment? An excellent verse.
Do take care now,
Tony.
Thank you so much, my friend! Your support and analysis inspires me, truly. Much appreciated, Tony! 📸🧠⏳🙏
So true.
Deep philosophy lies in these lines....
Thank you so much, my friend. Really appreciate your time and support! 📸🧠⏳🙏
So true you have to feel life not just document it, great write
Totally. Thank you so much, Tobani, for your understanding, my friend! Much appreciated! 📸🧠⏳🙏
You are very welcome
Ahh...The paradox. Superb work.
Indeed! Thank you so much, Thomas! Glad it delivered, my friend! 📸🧠⏳🙏
I love how this captures the tension between being present and trying to hold onto a moment. Short, but really powerful. Very nicely written dearest Tittu ❤️ 🌹
A fave as well 🌹
Thank you so much, dearest Salvia! I am so glad you caught the tension. Your time, friendship and your support are truly inspirational to me. Much appreicated, my friend! 📸🧠⏳🙏
Life truly is one big paradox, thank God we have poetry to make sense of it. Loved the write, and the paradox. I could really use a pair-of-docs write now. lol
Thank God, indeed! Hear hear! I am so glad the poem and its paradox delivered! LOL! I love docs and got a new pair of platforms back in February! Hope a new pair comes your way too! Thanks for your time and support, my friend! 📸🧠⏳🙏
Just because Popeye..... oh, don't finish that! lol.
🤐🤣🙃
Your lines carve open that narrow seam between presence and remembrance, showing how the very act of holding fast can push the living moment just out of reach. I feel that rift in my own life:
I’ve chased sunsets with a phone in hand only to wonder why the light felt colder when I finally watched the playback.
And I’ve lain on grass, eyes unfiltered, heart thumping to the hum of insects, yet later fumbled for words when asked “What was it like?”
Your paradox reminds me that the truest capture isn’t a pixel or a phrase, but a muscle memory; a humming in the chest that no photograph can steal away.
Thank you, Tristan, for holding that tension so cleanly. I’d love to hear where you find yourself more at home in the instant you live, or the one you return to? Or both in their own unique way?
Wow...thank you for this, my dear friend. Your own reflection, especially the phone-in-hand sunset and the unworded hum of grass and insect song, mirrors so many of my own half-held moments and that is the reflection that sparked this poem.
To your question…it’s one I still wrestle with. I think there’s a strange in-betweenness where I dwell—where I don’t fully feel at home in either the now or the after. Sometimes the moment feels more real in memory, as if my soul didn’t catch up to it until later. Other times, I know I was fully there—but what’s left is a kind of longing that can’t be translated. So, I think I’m learning that both are sacred: the lived and the recalled, even in their incompleteness. But the paradox remains. 🤣
Thank you for honoring the paradox and holding it with such care, my friend. 🙏
The paradox of existing, a strange comfort and familiarity, my own personal version of it remains still with me. To that end, super relatable. And the poem resonates, which is why I was wondering. 🙏🏻🕊️
Yes, indeed. Thank you for wondering and caring to ask. For me, these types of engagements are what make writing poems so rewarding. I am sure you feel the same way! Much appreciated, my friend!
Indubitably! Rewards that keep giving and regenerating🌱🌲🎄
For sure!
I find the first verse doesn't always need to happen. Though without capturing we are prone to forget, good memories will reach us someday, even when long forgotten.
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