My orange cat has a crooked tail. Nobody knows how it happened. Maybe she was born that way, maybe it was an old injury. But the funny thing is, she doesn’t act like anything’s wrong with her. She runs, climbs, hunts lizards. To her, the crooked tail is just part of life.
One evening, I was sitting at the computer, scrolling through old vlogs I’d made. Back then, I used to record everything. Grocery runs, playground trips, even the most ordinary days. Looking at those clips, I realized something. I wasn’t filming because the world wanted to see. I was filming because I wanted to remember.
The crooked tail reminded me of that. Life doesn’t always turn out straight and polished. Sometimes it bends, sometimes it breaks. But just like my cat, we keep moving, keep living, keep finding joy in everyday life.
Now when I hold my camera, I don’t think about “Is this exciting enough?” I think about “Will this moment matter to me one day?” Because maybe the stories worth keeping aren’t the big, loud ones. They’re the quiet ones we’d forget if we didn’t press record.
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