You will forget this moment

So many days. Of course, today is the important one, just as every day past has and every day since will be. Those old, "most important" days must be forgotten for the new, better days that bloom with each moon.

Can you recall what you did this day last year? Last month? Even last week is an inconsequential blur. It makes sense to focus on now as there's not else we can control, but it's a shame all this emotion we exert seems to merely fade into the void. Actions yield results but so's the same for an emotionless seraph, looking back makes any feeling appear meaningless. I don't know if this means it is meaningless or if we should feel nothing, but avoiding both those questions I believe some (more?) meaning can be given to them.

Recording. Why does one build an empire, sprawl a family, shoot up a school — to be remembered. Something meaningful can be rehashed, reused, remembered in the future; just by remembering some thing we give it some purpose (the purpose to remembering something being it's waste without). Scribbling down a few notes of a day gives it the same meaning as a historian elaborating an even farther scene. You may never look at your tree scratches again, or, maybe, you will: you'll remember what would've been permanently forgotten and thus give it meaning.

Plus, journaling looks aesthetic as well.