I usually don’t explain myself, but this needs to be said.
The most important things in life are not the grand gestures or the huge events with flashing lights; it’s the tiny ones. Our lives are punctuated by minuscule moments of happiness, so tiny we sometimes forget they were ever there. In an effort to correct that I am writing this, so you know, so I remember, I was truly happy right here.
I can’t recall what I was wearing, the time, what day it was, or any of those details.
I can recall the wind in my hair, the shape of the trees, the new students walking around with their proud parents, the camera hanging from the father’s neck, the brief smile shared by the couple walking a dog, the taste of my coffee, the way the bench felt against my skin, the music playing in the background, how you spoke of music being timeless and how amazing it was that even after the composer is gone it keeps existing, forever.
I want this picture to do that, I want this moment to live forever because right there, on that bench, at that precise minute when I closed my eyes, it would forever be a part of me. I like thinking back to how happy I was right then and there. I like thinking about that park, that coffee, that bench, those buildings, that conversation, and that moment in my life.
This has nothing to do with romance and everything to do with how we need to start keeping our eyes open for moments like these. We need to start appreciating how extensively beautiful everything is. How we are but tiny dots in this infinite plan, and everywhere we go and everyone we meet is full of potential. How every second of every day can be a moment like this, a memory of a life worth living.
Keep your eyes open because beauty is all around you, all you have to do is let yourself see it. It’s worth it,trust me.
xoxo
-v.
