Watching them, I realized exactly what it must’ve felt like to have a scrapbook made for you. Because I was looking at one in motion. Maybe life wasn’t all about protecting yourself and trying to push away pain. Maybe forgetting was all about forwardness. To remain steady on the path forward while trying to pick up as many stones filled with gratitude and joy and hope so that the resentment that fueled the lack of forgiveness didn’t overwhelm the present. There was something beautiful about falling in love with the uncertainty of life.
