Small Moments Imprinted in Us
The existence is built on order. The universe is constructed of galaxies. Objects are formed from jots and life is a series of small perfect moments. Yet, we take these moments as absolute, skip them and never give them another thought. We can’t comprehend how powerful these moments are. Because of them, we are who we are. Some of them are the ones who shaped us.
I always finish the food on my plate because my third-grade best friend ate her food until her plate sparkled. My mom told her what a good child she was, and I wanted to see the same proud look again in my mom’s eyes—this time, merely for me.
I do what I can to excel in things, especially the tiniest things. I asked my ex what the secret that drove him to be number one among his peers was, and his answer was simple. He quoted Colin Powel, “If you are going to achieve excellence in big things, you develop the habit in small matters. Excellence is not an exception, it is a prevailing attitude”.
I never enjoyed watching sports. Still, I don’t mind watching a match with my father and brother to see their reaction when their favorite team scores a goal.
My best friend lost how many times he had to explain the rugby rules to me. He knows I am a hopeless case. Still, I go to his games. The fire I see in his spirit when he pushes himself to the edge incites me. When he puts his head in the game, it is just him and the ball, and everything else disappears into the background.
I delight in sitting on my grandparent’s balcony to watch the sunsets. That was my time and place with grandpa. He narrated countless stories about his childhood. How he sneaked to the cinema once with a German friend and how he climbed the pyramids to have a better view. These two are my favorites. We spent hours there discussing topics that may or may not seem nonsense to others.
My favorite story I wrote is “Knight in the Modern Day” because it was the last thing I read to grandpa there.
Brown eyes allure me. I had a conversation with a good friend of mine, and I saw how the gleam of the sun mutated his brown eyes into pure honey.
In university, I loved psychology because my professor transmitted his passion to us. He clarified how people spend their whole lives wishing for a superpower while the answer is right in front of them. Psychology gives us the power to understand what is happening within us and others.
When I visit a new city, and before doing anything else, I go to the highest tower there. Since the time a friend took me to the tallest building in his area to show me how climbing the 500 stairs can be the best experience you can have.
My favorite food is Margarita Pizza. The first thing I tried with my friends was ordering this giant Margarita Pizza in an Italian restaurant in German. The experience was agonizing. The poor waiter had to divert to English to understand what we wanted.
I stay true to myself and others. My favorite person in the world showed me that the strength of being yourself could bring the right people into your life.
It is strange how distinct moments we share with others construct parts of us. These people unknowingly imprinted part of them in our core. I will wonder for eternity what parts of myself have marked other people’s lives. My sole wish is that whatever I leave is a good side of me.
