In a split second of absolute nothingness, I feel everything. In a second I probably won’t remember the next day, my world comes crashing down. Staring out the window of your car with my music blasting, I feel more, think more, experience more than one would think possible in a thousand lifetimes. My head rocks back and forth slowly to the beat. I can’t hear anything else. It consumes me. My music is the soundtrack of my world. A bird flies in front of your car. I envy how it never seems afraid of being hit. It knows where it wants to be and nothing, not even an object hurtling toward it at 50 miles per hour will get in its way. A single tree waves to the beat of my world. It seems to be saying hello. Or maybe it’s goodbye. You never know with trees. And as quickly as it came, it’s gone. No more birds, no more trees, even my music seems to have moved on without me, leaving me to miss that one beautiful, peaceful, happy moment. But it doesn’t matter to me for long. Soon, I have rejoined the world and that moment has joined many more, doomed to forever be forgotten. Even still, for a second at least, it meant something to me. Everything in my life so far had lead up to that moment. It was amazing. But not amazing enough to fit into the short list of moments which get to stay in my memory permanently. That one moment may have meant nothing, but for a second, it was everything.