Everything is Fleeting

Doesn't it feel like sometimes you're reading about your life out of a book rather than living it? And true happiness escapes you when you realize it? And anything that are precious are moments and those moments are always fleeting? It's like once you read a word, you're done reading it and that's the end of that. 

I feel like I'm trying to catch up with my own life. Like I'm doing and saying things before I realize I'm doing and saying them. Like there's a past and future but no present.
I just want moments to stay moments and I don't want them to turn into memories so soon. That's all.