Smile

What I find so interesting is how memories stay in mind, and just what it is that we remember, how fondly we look back on it, how it can sometimes make us smile no matter what. Because sitting here, in my completely exhausted state, waiting for some work to do, I find myself looking back on past times and smiling.

One of the most pleasant memories I have from the past year is sitting outside, on a misty night, wrapped in a blanket, and having various articles of clothing stolen from me. I guess it was one of those nights that's magical because of the sheer absurdity. And that made the whole situation so much more fun than it would otherwise have been.

It seems to me that we don't remember nights like this for any particularly special reason, for any hidden significance or utterly incomprehensible secret. I figure we keep them in mind because ultimately, moments like that are what made us smile, what helped us to laugh, what reminded us that there's still something to look forward to in life.

It doesn't happen often, but that's what adds to the experience. Such moments of simple pleasure, such randomness and incomprehensible amusement are priceless in the grand scheme of things. They may not change the world, they may not ultimately seem to play upon much, but what they do succeed in doing is making people smile.

And sometimes I wonder if that isn't really all that's needed in this world sometimes; a bit of absurdity to light up someone's face for a bit.