Collect moments not things. Unknown
I spent today (Saturday) sifting through boxes of things with my Grandpa. Things he has saved over the years that when he sees them he is reminded of a moment. He thinks the things are the memory but what I hope he discovered as we went through box after box is that the thing isn't the memory. The moment that brought about the thing is. Our moments become our most prized collection. Things break, get lost, lose their representation, get stolen, etc. But moments. They find a home within us. And even if our memory fails us the moment still lives on in our hearts. My Grandpa has lived a lot of moments in his life, something the things he has collected will never be able to compete with. So collect your moments and let the things pass you by.
I spent today (Saturday) sifting through boxes of things with my Grandpa. Things he has saved over the years that when he sees them he is reminded of a moment. He thinks the things are the memory but what I hope he discovered as we went through box after box is that the thing isn't the memory. The moment that brought about the thing is. Our moments become our most prized collection. Things break, get lost, lose their representation, get stolen, etc. But moments. They find a home within us. And even if our memory fails us the moment still lives on in our hearts. My Grandpa has lived a lot of moments in his life, something the things he has collected will never be able to compete with. So collect your moments and let the things pass you by.
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