# Gathering What Lasts

## The Pull of Small Things

Life scatters moments like leaves in wind. A fleeting idea during a walk, a kind word from a stranger, the way light falls on snow. We feel an urge to hold them, not let them drift away. This is collecting at its heart: noticing what others overlook, tucking it close before it fades.

On a cold December morning in 2025, I sift through old notebooks. Each entry, simple and unpolished, pulls me back. It's not about hoarding, but honoring what shaped me.

## A Place for the Pieces

Collection.md mirrors this instinct. Markdown files, stark and editable, store these fragments without fanfare. No flashy designs or endless scrolls—just text, waiting to be read again. Here, a recipe scribbled after dinner becomes a memory. A question pondered at midnight finds its place.

It's a personal archive, built one note at a time. Over years, it grows not by chance, but choice. We decide what stays: joys, doubts, quiet revelations.

## Threads That Bind

In the whole, meaning appears. A single note might spark nothing, but together they weave a story—of growth, patterns in our days, the slow build of wisdom. Collecting teaches patience: value isn't instant, but in return visits, connections discovered later.

Like stacking stones by a river, our collections steady us against time's flow.

*In the end, what we gather reveals who we've become.*