What is the value of a moment you'll never remember?
This morning I watched rain trace patterns down a window. Nothing remarkable—just water following gravity, glass catching light. I'll forget this image by tomorrow, maybe by dinner. And yet, in that instant, there was something complete. The pattern existed. I witnessed it. Then it was gone.
We often measure life by what endures. Career milestones we can recite. Relationships that span decades. Memories we carry like credentials proving we've lived meaningfully. But what of all those unrecorded moments? The taste of coffee cooling in an unremarkable Tuesday meeting. The expression on a stranger's face as they held a door open. The exact quality of afternoon light streaming through leaves on a walk you took simply because you had twenty minutes to spare.