"Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds its way back to you"
I came across this quote today and I really enjoyed it for many reasons. But above all I think I resonate deeply with it, as many people might because the mind is sometimes the best escape from reality, even if it can be the darkest of places at times.
Sometimes when I'm struggling, or feel like I'm slipping back into a place that I don't know if I can come back from or not, I think of the good times that I've had with the people I love the most. I love to think of the smiles I've shared with others, or the times that I've laughed so hard that I can barely catch my breath for even a second. I'm not the most social person, as most people who know me might point out, but I still love the time I get with the people who care about me and that I care for.
Another thing that draws me to this, is that sometimes after a good event takes place, the thought and memory consumes you so much that all you find yourself doing is smiling so big that it feels as though your face just might come apart. But you don't care because that happiness is such a genuine emotion, and you know that the scale of it will probably go down before too long, but it still feels incredible.
At times I think that those feelings, are the greatest part of life. I don't think that it's meant to be about only the huge major things that everyone wants to accomplish in life, I think it might be about the little things that mean everything to us. Because when it won't be something that longterm affects your life, I think it's the title profound things that shape life in its beautiful mystery.
When you boil your life down to a handful of the greatest times you've had, would you make it about something big, or do you think you would make it about something seemingly small that made you happiest? I feel as though the things we cherish are often times not align with the things the world says need to be important, to be a top priority.
Think about it like a painting, the big dramatic strokes are always the one that are noticed first, but the smaller, seemingly less significant ones are the ones that make it whole. Sure, they dry faster, and aren't as visible, but the piece wouldn't be the same without them.
Life is the same way. So maybe we should learn to love the smaller pieces just as much as the big ones.
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