Before we knew they were memories

There was a time when I thought beautiful moments hadt o be extraordinary. I imagined happiness as something big - a celebration, a journey, an achievement, something worth remembering. But perhaps I was looking at the life from wrong side.
Some of he beautiful moments of my life were the ones I barely noticed while they were happening,
A morning that began with a familiar voice, having chay with family, sitting together without having anything important to say, laughing over something completely silly, or watching the evening slowly turning into night , just counting stars with cousins on the roof when power cuts.
Nothing remarkable happened, yet somehow those moments carried a warmth that I understand only now
We are often so busy in manifesting for the next chapter that we forget the page we are on . We keep thinking, " I will be happy when . This or that will happen....." and fail to notice that happiness may already be sitting quietly beside us
Perhaps ordinary days are not ordinary at all. Perhaps they are the piece from which our life are made
And one day when we look back, we realise that the days with thought were simply normal were actually the days we will want to live