Twitter captures them in text and photos. It even has a section marked that way.
Selfies give our moments visual power.
And, smart marketers such as kglobal public affairs blur the line between personal and professional moments, especially on Facebook. The result is transmitting the message of an enterprise with a human touch. That's what I label The Facebook Effect.
But the moments, in isolation, don't provide insight. That is, not unless we can connect the dots. That was the genius of Don Draper on "Mad Men," in how he positioned and packaged the Kodak account. In a slide show he demonstrated the pain of those moments between adolescence and childhood.
Often it requires an old friend to do that for our own little lives to make sense. Old friends bring along the memory bank of decades of stored moments.
Since Christmas 2015, Kass Prezio, now based in Baltimore, Maryland, has been helping me sort through the contents of that storage unit. It was on the Ann Arbor campus of the University of Michigan that we met.
We were doctoral students. She was pursuing the study of the themes in the novels of Virginia Woolf. I struggled with making literary criticism relevant to a new era. It was the turbulent early 1970s, tame, of course, compared to now.
One amazing result of the sorting process with Kass was realizing that I was one whole year younger than I assumed. Those were the dots she connected for me on my May 3rd birthday.
Another was getting it that to continue to grow I had to return to the East Coast. These 27 months living in the Southwest were my time-out. Not the creation of My New Life. On the 28th of this month, my four-footer son and I pull out of Tucson, Arizona, heading back to where my roots are.
And, a third has been the ability to forgive myself for my mistakes. If an old friend is still there, then we must have made it through okay, a least so far. After all, Kass wasted visiting me in the slammer.
Takeaway? Old friendships are sacred institutions. Treat them with reverence.