Our subtle butterflies

Do you ever have those moments when you’re doing something simple and ordinary, but it just feels so perfect, and you think, “I’m going to remember this moment always.”  But then you never think of it again?

I wonder if those moments we cherish, the ones we mentally store away, if they really will come back to us when we need them most—when we’re old and grey and have forgotten what it feels like to live in the bodies we used to own the world in.

Maybe the memories that come flooding back to us won’t be the big ones, the ones we have pictures of and tell stories about.  Maybe we’ll smile and receive comfort from the simple snapshots…the seemingly insignificant moments that, at the end of the day, combine together to create wonderfully full lives for each of us.

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“The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or a breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.”
-John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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