Wouldn’t it be great to experience something so beautiful time and time again?
To live through that first feeling you had,
whether it be trying a new food for the first time,
seeing fresh colors of a sunset you’ve never experienced before,
or watching that favorite movie of yours as though you’ve never seen it.
There’s something special about our firsts,
something irreplaceable.
That strength of expression felt from that first time around is something you want to capture again.
But I also think it’s beautiful to let our memories be preserved and aged like fine wine.
There’s something beautiful about knowing how a story will end the second, third, fourth, or twenty-seventh time around.
Beauty comes in pieces, expansive or minute,
they’re lovely regardless.