We can never predict the meaning that that inconspicuous and fleeting moment brings to us. It can only become a moment that we can only miss. I think it is a memory.
I often like to record the things that happen to me, the scenery I see, the rainbow in the sky just after it rains, the kite that flies wildly in the distance but is restrained, and my youth that only exists once... I habitually take photos or record them into words to make them something I can touch.
I have a bad memory and often forget, but I am afraid of forgetting those touching, exciting, and happy moments that are unique to me.
So it can be regarded as my diary, some essays about some moments in my life and some sudden whims. I am usually busy with studies, so I may not update it often. It is just some of my essays. I always feel that words are powerful, so this can also be regarded as a way of self-motivation. If it can occasionally bring energy to you, I will be honored.
There shouldn't be many people who will see it, so let's just keep it a little secret between us. Haha, meeting is fate. I hope you are always happy and always loved.
Purpose: to record my repetitive and unique days