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there are so many moments in any given day
that are worth remembering
to one day reminisce about

I keep having to remind myself that
life really is just a string of moments
and whether or not I remember them all
isn’t the point

maybe we’re meant to forget the small things
that come and go every day
maybe they’re placeholders
fill in the blanks for
all the big stuff coming our way
that we haven’t envisioned yet

175

neatly, row by row
we expect things to go, just so
an exact science
a perfect, synchronous dance

I’ve never quite felt that
things went according to plan
my to do list, neatly ticked
instead it was more like
ingredients poured into a bowl
mixed until it’s all
one and the same

at the end of the day, you end up with a cake
and it’s delicious and warm and colourful
who cares what it looked like to get here
if you already earned your slice