I remember a famous dialog from some random movie in which an old lady advices her son "Son don't make money, make memories". The thought is really nice but when do we realise that we are making memories? What separates the mundane life from the future memories?
We will never know what we will remember and what we will forget, we can never anticipate the magnitude of the event just by itself when it happens. So can we say that memories are cannot be created on purpose? If i say I want to remember this day forever can i do that?
In a life full of dynamics, do we actually know that we are living the time of our lives?