Have you ever considered how fragile this moment is? How infinitely small and insignificant.
When you are gone, no one will remember this moment. No one will know how you choked up while listening to an old favorite. Or, giggled hysterically at that double meaning joke.
No one will know how you felt, what shaped you, moved you, broke you and eventually gobbled you up.
In the cycle of time ( or the cycle of karma, if you would call it that) each moment if a wisp. A flicker. A sputter. Poof!
That's what makes this moment, just another moment. That's what makes this moment eternally special.