drop extract / entry IV

beautiful then, beautiful now

the art of appreciation and remembering in color

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some moments don’t need photographs.

they imprint themselves anyway—subtle, silent, untouchable.

you could try to describe them later, but language would only dilute the feeling.

it’s not about what was said. it’s about how light fell on someone’s face. how laughter hit a little harder that night. how silence didn’t feel empty, just full of something unspoken.

i’ve been thinking a lot about how fast time moves.

how the people who once filled our days become outlines.

how you can spend a week feeling infinite, and the next one wondering if it ever happened the way you remember it.

but maybe memory isn’t meant to be sharp.

maybe it’s softer for a reason.

maybe the blur is part of the beauty—proof that something real existed, even if it couldn’t stay.

this is your reminder to be in it.

don’t rush the moment just to remember it better later.

laugh louder. ask the second question. sit longer, even if the sun’s going down.

because sometimes the right people find you in the wrong timeline,

and all you can do is appreciate the collision.

i believe certain people enhance your life without trying.

they don’t just make you feel seen—they make the entire world look different for a while.

they are the reason spontaneity becomes memory.

and the reason you find yourself smiling at nothing on the plane ride home.

so here’s the lesson:

don’t wait for forever to be grateful.

appreciate what is.

who was there.

how it felt.

and how, somehow, it still lingers—beautiful then, and somehow, still beautiful now.

xx,

LB

song of the post ✴︎

Slipping through my fingers- ABBA

no comment, just a beautiful song that perfectly captures the virtue of a memory.