Many things matter

Many things are matter. But maybe the things that matter the most, are those that are meta. I choose the life examined. Living, and living about living.  

I look at photographs from the past, and try to see the foreground. The background is in front of my eyes, sure. But I have to imagine what was before their eyes, what remains there even now, in that instant frozen in time. What did their eyes see? 

Do photographs really steal a bit of your soul? Yes, they do. Otherwise how could I perceive it now, that soul, if a piece wasn’t taken, and immortalised for these future eyes? I pray they pay due attention. Soul. 

A time will come when this present will be a distant speck in the forgotten past. The most significant thing happening right now will fade into a spectrum, and become a minor event within an era. The biggest news this year will be nothing but a footnote, a comma in the great tale, as it stumbles forward. Or backward. Or around. 

The current present will be the mirage of tomorrow’s yesterday. Make the things that matter, matter the most. 

For the moment, today is today. And if I choose, it forever will be.

By Prince Ndoda

Ndoda is a Zim writer and analyst.