No Do Overs…

No Do Overs…

One evening Leo and I were celebrating our Anniversary at a Restaurant in another city. At the end of our meal, we decided to order a piece of chocolate cake to share. We were both too full to eat our own piece of dessert. The cake came to the table with two forks and we each took a bite. It was the most delicious piece of cake I had ever tasted. It didn’t come to the table half frozen like some desserts that get thawed out when you order them, and it wasn’t stale like it had been sitting around all week in a showcase unsuccessfully tempting people to order it. It was moist and had a delicious chocolate icing, and the exact chocolate flavor to cake ratio to make it that much more exquisite for a chocolate connoisseur like myself.  We finished the cake, and left the restaurant talking about how delicious it was and how delectable the icing was with its fudgy texture that just really solidified the cliché “Icing on the cake.” For years, every once in while that piece of cake would come in our conversations with a desire to eat another piece just as good.  Occasionally, when we were out for supper together, we would order a piece of chocolate cake hoping to find and recreate that moment of connectedness together while sharing a piece of cake. We never found a match. Years later while in that city, we decided to stop at that restaurant and have a piece of cake. They no longer served that cake. The menu had changed a long time ago and the dessert selections were pared down.  I am reminded that there are no “do overs” in life. We can find joy in a moment and galvanize it in our minds and hearts but it can never be recreated. We can only savour it from time to time when we reminisce, feel or see something that reminds us of that moment. Life is meant to be lived in small bites of chocolate cake, savouring each bite knowing you can never go back. If we rush through life, we miss things that could be our proverbial “piece of cake.” Even a photo never does justice to a memory except to remind us of something. The camera can never capture the essence of the moment. There are times when I am rushing to the next thing, hoping it will be better than the moment I am in. Sometimes, I hide behind my camera trying to capture moments instead of being a part of the moment. Lately, I have been slowing down, stepping out from behind my camera or putting it down for a while so that I can really savour that piece of cake knowing…I will never taste anything like again which does not mean it is the only delicious thing I will ever have, it simply means it is one of kind and that there are no “do overs.”

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