Jackson Langfeld (misc)

 Lately I’ve been thinking about how weird it is that the smallest parts of the day end up sticking with you more than the big stuff. You can go through classes, errands, a whole schedule, and the thing you remember most is something tiny, like the way the sidewalk smelled after it rained or how someone laughed in a hallway. It makes me think that maybe the “important” parts of life are not actually the things we plan out. Maybe the little accidental moments matter more because we aren’t trying to control them. They just happen, and for whatever reason they feel real in a way the big moments don’t. I kind of like that. It takes the pressure off having everything figured out.

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