Lately, I've been thinking about how strangely everything is arranged.
We can wait for years for something big, and then realize that the most valuable were the simplest moments.
A conversation that stretched into the night.
A walk without a route.
Laughter over some nonsense.
A day that seemed ordinary at first, but for some reason stayed in memory for a long time 🤍
Probably, it is from such moments that real life is composed.